Blue Snowball Ice の小説・ストーリー

Snow had fallen for two days, not continuously but intermittently. The grounds were covered in a thick layer of snow, though the servants had cleared paths that made walking possible. The orchids were in full bloom, but buried beneath the snow. With a kick, the snow would scatter, and the flowers would flutter down along with it. Amid the sea of white, with purple petals drifting down, Carissa and Ryan had built a snowman. Ryan enthusiastically found two pebbles to use as the snowman's eyes, giving it a quirky, adorable appearance.

*** Light grey eyes stare back at me through the mirror, that’s if you can even call them grey. I add another coat of mascara and then return the wand to its tube, I pinch my cheeks a few times, hoping to give some spark of life into my appearance, I’ve always been pale, and no, not just my skin, I mean all of me, my hair is white, not platinum blond or grey, I mean snow white, on sunny days you can see some highlights of blue and hints of silver in it. My eyes are a very light grey on a good day, when I'm feeling emotional you can see flecks of silver like someone sprinkled broken chips of the full moon on my pupils. The freakiest thing I tell you. At least the hair on my eyebrows is a few

She had come to realize that the winter breeze sometimes offered relaxation to someone like her, weary of everything. She sat beneath the pine trees and stared at the snow, which shimmered like diamonds in her eyes. Suddenly, a snowball dropped on her head, surprising her. She looked up at the pine trees, ignoring the snow that hit her head and back, and returned to watching the snow melt gradually. But then another one hit her head and shoulders, hurting her. She stood up to look around, trying to find where the snowballs were coming from.

“It’s working, Helena. Gather yourself and be ready for action.” She was also asking me to go for a vacation in winter to celebrate this victorious night, but I shushed her with reasoning. “One last thing is still remaining, Nova. Don’t be impatient!” Overtime, the snow clumped together, creating a white blanket covering the ground. It rested on trees and plants as well, coating the rich, deep wood in perfect white. The scene of winter’s morning after the entire night’s heavy snowfall moved us to the last part. The remnants of the Celestial bond took the shape of an ice sword, appearing in front of my sight. I grabbed it with a firm decision in my mind.

Snowballs were soon raining on Maxim and Esper as they ducked behind the bush again for cover. "Oh, this is so on!" Esper declared. Her body trembled with excitement and adrenaline. Esper flashed Maxim a mischievous grin as a surge of power began emitting from her. When it came to athletic feats, she was very competitive. Snowballs formed from the snow around them instantly and began floating in the air. The young female walked from the bush with at least thirty icy spheres orbiting around her. Everyone looked in awe at the magical sight. Well, everyone except her friends. Senna shouted at her friend, who was clearly showing off. "Esper, that's cheating. Not everyone has an ice affinity!"

Luckily, few ventured near my cave or the surrounding area near the Elves. Pulling out the worn leather, I wrote a quick word, ‘snow.’ Her adorable nose scrunched into a scowl. “No, snow is white. These are all pretty little colors.” Her finger touched a flake, melting into her hand. “Huh, weird. This place gets weirder and weirder. Back home it’s white. My dad and I used to make snow cream. We put tons of sugar and milk in it, it was so good!” She rubbed her stomach, pretending to eat. “This stuff looks like it would taste like cotton candy.” Her tongue licked her hand and gagged.

I make space as Nora slides in beside me, huddling in close as she tucks her hands into her sleeves "Beautiful, isn't it?" she murmurs, awe in her voice. "Captivating..." I watch the snow lash against the window. "Though I thought you were tired of them writing off your expeditions?" Nora laughs softly. "Yes, the timing's been... less than ideal. But I'll always have a respect for the sheer intensity of them. Did you know, the force of the wind can actually bend the snow crystals into tiny, razor-sharp blades. The air itself can tear you to shreds."

The Icehotel rose like a frozen monument to dominance beneath the merciless Arctic night. Carved entirely from massive blocks of crystal-clear ice, the private luxury suite glowed with soft embedded blue lights that made every surface shimmer like living diamond. The air was sharp, pure, and biting — cold enough that every breath hung in visible clouds, yet precisely controlled so bare skin could endure the exquisite torment.

“Describe.'' In a stern voice now annoyed he was bringing them into it. “Both dirty blonde hair, one with green and the other with blue eyes.” “Venus is the one with green, Snow has blue. But Snow has all white when in light. Why do you ask?” I questioned, what he knew. “Yes, well I was outside on the roof after school for a breather, and I saw them both with a couple more people about 4 walking to the woods." “Wait, the creepy one that leads to the stadium.” I popped from my daydream of not listening when that woods came up stacking from the images that swirled through my mind.