Ice Cold Warmth – Christmas Eve Special

Plated hair and leggings. The scratching sound of a blade dragging along the ice to stop. Dark mascara and glossy eyes. Floating along the ice that had been freshly laid but still wet where hired boots had been rushed onto the rink. Music filling the wonderland and Christmas trees hanging from the roof.








It's now Christmas Day, and this is Hanna's Christmas Eve Special, but it's all good.  More beautiful writing, from the girl who's always thinking.