Thanks Stacey and Ruth: Two Writing Teachers
For days there is a rumor of her arrival. "Snow is coming," say the people. "Will she be here?" the royals wonder. There was a rumbling she could change her mind. Still everyone prepares for her impending visit as they rush about to get all that is needed.
Finally the day of the Royal Ball arrives: the food is prepared, the glasses shine, the tables are arranged, and the carpeted dance floor is ready. Raising their instruments the band begins to play and guests promenade into the ballroom. Rain makes an early entrance to the party. Ice is noticed talking with Temperature. Wind blew in quickly and got the attention of the crowd. Still, where was Snow? Was she coming? The crowd whispered among themselves wondering if she would make an appearance.
Snow had a reputation for being unpredictable. She did what she wanted. That's part of the reason others were so fascinated by her. Sometimes she'd say she was coming and then not show up at all. Other times, she would sneak in unexpectedly shaking up planned events.
Hours passed and Snow still had not arrived. People began to doubt she would attend the event. "That Snow, she is so flighty," they gossiped. The music continued to play as Wind, Rain, and Temperature dominated the dance floor.
A soft murmur soon turned into a thunder of conversation as guests chatted about Snow's arrival. The ballroom, moments ago silent, again became filled with laughter, music and dancing. The royals knew Snow's arrival would make this an event sure to be on the front page of every newspaper. The reporters quickly arrived to interview Snow and take pictures, hoping to capture her stunning beauty. Photographers searched for the picture that would capture the smoothness of her skin, the glimmer in her eye, and the contagious sparkle of her smile.
Snow danced for a bit with Temperature; their steps on the dance floor watched carefully by all. Temperature had a way of making her feel flushed. It wasn't long until Wind cut in for his dance. Wind swept Snow around the dance floor until she felt dizzy. Snow soon realized she must go. The hot crowded room was making her uncomfortable. She wanted to get back out into the cool air. She wanted time to walk and to think. With a quiet nod to Moon, Snow stepped back out into the dark night.
As mysteriously as she had arrived, she disappeared. Temperature and Wind were unsure what had happened. The royals were disappointed she had to leave so soon. The newspapers and reporters all talked about her for weeks following. She had not been seen since the event. Once again everyone searched for Snow. Snow read the papers and smiled to herself. She liked keeping them guessing. Who knew where she'd turn up next?