Once upon a time, in a faraway land known by a dark name, there lived an evil winged goblin. So evil, his name was a curse unspoken. He made a wicked mirror, which reflected everything good and made it shrink to obscurity, and made everything bad magnify. He and his like-minded friends delighted in the mirror, using it constantly. One fateful day, two young goblins argued over it, causing it to fall, breaking into uncountable shards on the ground below.
Now these shards were sharp and cruel, able to pass through portals into many realms. They could pierce through nearly anything. If it flew into an eye, that eye was only able to see things as the mirror saw them: distorted and ugly. The worst it could do though, was pierce a heart. For then that heart would grow to feel cold and ruthless to others, and freeze.
So it happened to a young, innocent girl. The daughter of a Princess, making her a Lady, Lady Wynter. Once, little Wynter was outside on her beloved balcony, drinking in the crisp morning. She was about to go on a journey to the Fall Kingdom, to be crowned Princess of Winter, taking her mother’s place. A shard flew on the cold breeze, striking Wynter’s heart. All of a sudden, she felt frozen. A second later, she felt as before. But not quite, because the shard was starting to slowly freeze her heart.
So I’m starting a photo story series, based on The Snow Queen by Hans Christian Anderson. It’s going to have almost all of our dolls in it, if not all. More parts are in the making!
What do you think?
❤ , IrishAG