"LET IT SNOW, LET IT SNOW, LET IT SNOW!"

Setting: the Woods of the Royal Family
Time:  The Silver Millenium (a thousand years ago)

	"This way, M'lady. We are almost there.  Trust me!"
	A bubbly giggle floated up on the icy air.  "My dear General, I 
have no choice but to trust you, do I?  You have me quite thoroughly 
blind-folded."
	A delicate hand lifted up to the enchanting face, half of which 
was hidden behind a thick woolen cloth.
	"Now, now, now, M'lady.  Don't try to peek.  We're almost there.  
Honest!"
	Her took her soft hands in his own and pulled her forward.  He 
was grinning widely, though she could not see it.  His long wavy dirty 
blond hair was pulling free from the hair tie that held it back, 
strands floating free around his face.  His blue eyes were gleaming 
with excitement.
	Suddenly he stopped.   She giggled softly and leaned closer to 
him.  "We are there," he whispered to her ear, his warm breath brushing 
over her cheek and neck.
	She felt the chilled air caress her face with its icy fingers as 
the woolen cloth was removed.  She had to blink her eyes several times 
to adjust to the sudden sunlight, but when her eyes finally focused, 
they widened with awe.  She drew in a sharp surprised gasp.
	"I have never seen anything like it in all my years!" she said 
softly, staring at their surroundings.
	"You like it, then?" he asked nervously, twisting the wooden 
cloth in his hands.
	"It is magnificent!  Simply splendid!" she cried.  Carefully she 
reached out a hand to touch an icicle hanging from a nearby tree.  It 
was cold and smooth.  She pulled her hand away and looked at the now 
wet glove.  She giggled.
	He took the hand and kissed.  They stood absolutely still for a 
moment, staring at one another and then he turned to the frozen 
waterfall he had brought her to see.  He had brought her to a side of 
the mountain.  The stone citadel rose high into the sky, its peak 
invisible in the mass of cotton-candy clouds above.  Somewhere within 
the stone walls there must have been a water source of some type for 
the water to came trinkling down a water-worn path.  At the base of the 
citadel was a small pond frozen over in ice.  Blankets of prestine 
white snow piled in drifts, covered the ground surrounding the pond.
	She tried to imagine what this place looked like in Spring:  
green grass and the pond water would be crystal clear...Sunlight would 
drift in through the leaves of the trees over head, and the trickling 
of water would be heard from where the water fall met and mated with 
the pond.   But now the entire scene was glaced over with snow and ice 
crystals.
	"Is this the place you have told me about?" she asked, taking 
cautious steps closer to the frozen pond.
	"Yes," he said smiling, rushing up behind her.  "This is my 
special place.  This is where I come to be myself."
	She looked around once more and then stared directly into his 
blue eyes.  "I am honored that you have brought me here," she said 
quietly. "It is beautiful."
	He smiled at her, daring to take a step closer.  "I am honored 
that you have come here and think this place is beautiful," he said, 
sounding a little breathless.
	"General-"
	"Please, M'lady," he said, stopping her words and still stepping 
closer. "I feel I must tell you-"
	"General, I think-"
	"I fear that I am in love with you," he rushed out.
	Silence seemed to eat away at the scene, icy fingers of dread 
crept into his chest and he felt near to sufforcation.  And then-
	"I think that I, too, am in love with you," she said softly, not 
looking in his eyes but down at the snow at their feet.
	A hand reached out to cup her chin and gently, he brought her 
face up to his.  "Do you really mean it?" he asked.
	She smiled shyly, a small pink tongue darting out over her dry 
lips before she began to worry her bottom lip.  Tentatively she nodded.
	He smiled at her and then lean forward.  Very gently he brushed 
his lips in phantom kisses over her checks and eyelids and forehead and 
temple and chin and at the corners of her lips.  "This is wonderful," 
he whispered.
	She smiled.  "I feel so at peace here," she sighed, leaning into 
his warmth.
	His arms wrapped around her, holding her close to him.  After 
several moments he shifted.  Pulling back she realized that they were 
standing at the center of dancing snowflakes.  She giggled, tilting her 
head back and sticking out her tongue.
	The illusive flakes dances around her, landing on her rosy 
cheeks, her incredibly long eye lashes, her silky blue tresses.  
Everywhere but on her tongue.   She began to twirl around and around, 
her arms flung out, her layers of clothing following her body in fluid 
movements.
	Unable to resist any longer he caught her up in his arms and 
kissed her neck from behind.  She giggled, squirming.  She pulled away 
and twirled to look at him.  Her face was radiant with childish 
delight.
	"It's snow!" she exclaimed.  "It's really snow!"  She giggled 
again, twirling once more before falling into his arms.  "Thank you for 
bringing me to this place," she said out of breath.  "It is wonderful.  
Thank you, Zoicite."
	He smiled at her, a hand coming up to cup her cheek.  "It is my 
great pleasure, my princess."
	Slowly, deliberately they leaned towards the other until the two 
met and mated as one in a union of love.