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L'hiver marche avec moi

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Originally, it was a work of fiction I have written with a friend (who's not on Ao3), she has written parts of Pierre, and I - of Neige. I own nothing, this is just a result of our vivid imagination. :) I hope there are any fans of this great band Alcest is or that you will discover them thanks to my fanfic!
Loosely based on the fairy tale "The Snow Queen" by Hans Christian Andersen.

Chapter 1: Prologue

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It seems like an eternity ago now, but there were times when the seasons changed. The cold and stillness of winter would be eventually put to an end with the return of emerald spring, followed by summer in full glory and the autumnal prelude to the coldest season. Now, these seasons were present only in the hearts of people and only the silent pine forests together with the few remaining greenhouses reminded them of their old life, of the better, calmer times when the cycle of the seasons was in harmony.

But most of the time, it wasn’t the growth of the greenhouse plants or a rare day without snowfall that consoled the hearts of people. Usually, it would be an event evoking the precious, most cherished memories that could warm human hearts – these moments that made us think about a day spent outside with one’s family, picnicking and enjoying the spring weather, about the sunsets of early summer and the faint glow of autumn dusks with the leaves crunching under each footstep. These moments would remind someone of the spring of their wedding, another person would recall carefree summers spent with childhood friends or long autumn evenings spent together with the closest ones.

On some days, the memory of a subtle but warm smile returned to me as vividly as if I saw it yesterday.

The winter seemed to be all we knew, but it wasn’t always like that. Some would say that the wrath of Heavens was upon us and doomsday was getting nearer, the others believed that nature itself turned against us, revolting after people exploited it so mercilessly. I felt that there was something more to it, something different. Or someone different. On certain nights when the sky was set ablaze with green and blue and the air glimmered with colours and electrified with strange magic, I felt their presence. Someone who sent the eternal winter on us had the right to do so, and they were watching us, observing the world from above. I could swear that on the calmest of nights, the wind carried a strikingly beautiful song from the mountains, music from another world sung by an angelic voice. On these nights, I let the song cradle me to rest and waited for sleep to bring me visions of the mysterious, ethereal snow princess hidden safe in the mountains. When I heard that song, I finally felt at peace.