Silence.

A single snowflake danced down to the frozen earth, melting upon it's touch. As if suddenly called by the wind that blew it's chilly breath through the rickety bare branches of the hibernating trees, a snowstorm began to fall, covering the world with the soft, icy, white cushion of silence. Utter peace in the night. Unbroken.

Imagine a town. An ordinary town covered in a blanket of snow and quiet. Not a single breath of air to be heard from its sleeping residents. Imagine a window, frost climbing up at its glass as the temperature crawls down. Inside is an ordinary bedroom and on the bed is an ordinary looking girl. The room is warm and cosy from a job well done by the central heating but a cold aura surrounds the girl. Wisps of condensation, cold air meets hot, curled from the girl's mouth as she breathed in and out. Her skin seemed to grow paler to match the untouched whiteness of the newly fallen snow and her platinum blond hair turn white. Her eyes snapped open from her slumber and revealed blue eyes of chipped ice.

Jennifer felt different. It was too hot, too warm. It felt wrong. She pulled the covers from her bed and wrapped her baby blue dressing gown around her as she got out of bed. She felt bright and new and powerful. The very tips of her fingers and the ends of her hairs felt charged. She had never felt so alive... and confused. What on earth had been in her food? What was wrong, what was different?
She walked over to her window and looked out onto the newly settled snow. Excitement bubbled in her chest as she watched it dance and twirl in front of her eyes like will-o'-the-wisps, mesmerising. She had to get out there.

She went downstairs and stepped out barefooted into the crisp snow. She felt the cold but it wasn't as extreme to her as it should have been, and it didn't bother her anyway. It felt normal. It felt right. As though she had finally taken her first step into the world in her truest form. The blizzard twisted around her like tiny fireflies engulfing her in a swirling swarm of ice. It was deep in the night, the time where there is no-one around, everyone lost in the world of dreams. No-one to see her disappear when a gust of wind dispersed the swarm into the night.

She was one with winter. She could feel the tickling of frost growing up the surfaces of trees, windows, walls. She could feel the slowed heartbeats of hibernating animals. Part of her was panicking, what the hell was going on?! Why was she so calm?
She felt an energy source in the snow, in the middle of town, in a dark alleyway. Jennifer instinctively moved towards it and took her physical form again. Curled up in snow and newspaper was a boy, blue lipped and shivering violently. He was obviously homeless. She could feel his life-force clinging on by a thread. The other, colder part of her was hungry. All it would take was a little tug at that string and it would be hers. It scared her...