Snow creature

"And that completes it, perfect" she remarked happily, standing back to admire their work. The head perfectly rounded, the body perfectly robust, the multicolored chunks of rocks in a line like buttons down the front, one branch stuck on either side to act as arms and hands. The face had two glass beads, blue as the sky for eyes, the nose a bright orange carrot, and the mouth was carved out of the snow into an almost eerie smile. "Now for the finishing touch!" the girl unwrapped from around her neck a scarf that was given to her by her grandmother and gently wrapped it around the snow creatures neck, the scarf had pinks and greens, reds and browns and bits of blue. it was wrapped snugly around its neck the end hanging just to the side of the buttons. "Looks great!" her brother stood next to her one hand shielding his eyes from the sun. They stood back admiring their work and smiling. As they were about to head back home there was a faint whispery sound, suddenly, as if the winter wind were picking up, but their clothes and hair remained motionless.

"What is that sound?" they wondered aloud in unison. A sucking in of air and the sound of a heart beating accompanied by the sound almost like whispering in a long forgotten language. It appeared to be coming from the snow creature. The girl took a hesitant step towards the snow creature, held her breath and listened closely, yes, those sounds were coming from its mouth. "Hes.. alive... just like frosty!" she proclaimed. "no...." her brother took an unsure step closer. "Are you alive?" he inquired. In response there was a sharp whistling sound a slight howling and something that sounded almost like a human voice, almost forming words. "I think she is alive" he started at his sister shocked. "He" she corrected. "She" he corrected though in reality it sounded like a chorus of many voices both female and male. These woods were old, these rock formations and grassy fields had remained nearly unchanged for thousands of years. the snow creature started to sing a song that had not been heard since ancient times when people were just starting to live outside of caves, the children listened, entranced, it was like nothing they had ever heard yet it felt familiar somehow like a long forgotten dream. Many emotions erupted inside of them: knowledge, empathy, love, compassion. They began to see people, people dressed all in fur with long flowing hair, with dirt and red smeared across their faces, they held wooden torches with fire flickering all about casting shadows, they lived, they laughed, they danced around a fire singing their song, they sang, they sang that archaic song, a song the earth once heard all the time, now its a long lost treasure replayed for only two to hear. The vision and the song faded into silence and there the children stood and there the snow creature stood both unmoving but both quite alive.