the snow-flakes grew larger and larger, till at last they looked just like great white fowls. suddenly they flew on one side; the large sledge stopped, and the person who drove rose up. it was a lady; her cloak and cap were of snow. she was tall and of slender figure, and of a dazzling whiteness.
it was the snow queen.
The flake of snow grew larger and larger; and at last it was like a young lady, dressed in the finest white gauze, made of a million little flakes like stars. She was so beautiful and delicate, but she was of ice, of dazzling, sparkling ice; yet she lived; her eyes gazed fixedly, like two stars; but there was neither quiet nor repose in them. She nodded towards the window, and beckoned with her hand.
she was very beautiful; a more clever, or a more lovely countenance he could not fancy to himself; and she no longer appeared of ice as before, when she sat outside the window, and beckoned to him; in his eyes she was perfect.
the next day it was a sharp frost…
hair, make up, stylings, and a shared vision: katrina
snow queen: maria
her bewitched: steve
and a special thank you to teryn for giving us a reason to make it all happen. thank you for coming; i LOVED our day. teryn came clear from canada to spend a day kickin’ it! we had a great time swapping stories, sharing ideas, talking shop, and of course shooting! thanks so much for coming!! i wish we could do it every saturday. can’t wait until our next visit!!
(excerpts in this post from hans christian anderson’s the snow queen)