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The sound of snow crunching echoed through the frozen over valley. Snow Sugar cookie walked through the piercing cold, shivering every time a gust hit their dough. Usually, they walked through with no difficulty but lately it was different. The air felt cold as ever wherever they went. They could see their breath even inside. Their joints became a deep frosty blue with lightning-like marks on top.
Am I losing my powers? They’d think to themself. They started developing the cold-resistant ability long ago, but for the past month, it had been being stripped away from them. They had no one to turn to about it anyway.
Snow Sugar stepped into their home. It was an abandoned, but still pristine, holiday home forgotten by whoever owned it last. The cookie assumed they stopped coming due to the weather in the area succumbing to the gruesome cold more and more each year.
They slipped their boots off, immediately putting on another pair of socks they had been leaving at the door since their condition started.
Snow Sugar changed quickly so as to not freeze half to death in an insulated building.
They grabbed their favorite plush and sauntered Into the kitchen and to the cabinets, reaching for a mug. After grabbing one, they opened the oven and turned it up to 400. Snow Sugar unfastened the small wood barrel from their neck and poured themself a cup of their freshly bought cocoa.
They could see the T.V from where they were, and they always left it on when they left, so there was no need to move.
A few minutes passed, and they began to zone out. They thought about the time they’d spent alone. They've been doing good until now. They've been living on their own, taking care of their house, doing their laundry, and every other thing you'd do living alone. They'd been out the oven for years and they were already working to keep themself alive.
Snow Sugar focused on the cartoons displayed. Then…
The voice that they’d been hearing came back, this time closer. The closest it's ever been. It sounded like it was practically coming out of the T.V.
“There’s nothing wrong with you! You’ll be ok!” Snow Sugar assured themself.
“T-There’s obviously a reason my…my hands look like this.”
“Snow Sugar♫”
“I…I’m fine.”
“Snow Sugar♫”
“...”
“Snow Sugar. It’s time.”
The wind whipped past the windows even faster now. The door swung itself open, inviting the cookie out into the weather. A silhouette just barely in sight stood by the door frame.
The voice.
The voice had been calling Snow Sugars’ name since their condition started. It called to them in the dead of night, or when nights were particularly dark and windy. It made the room feel huge. The echo reverberated in their head. It was very tempting to give in and see where the voice would lead Snow Sugar, but they decided to hold it back. They ignored it until they couldn't ignore it anymore.
The young cookie rose subconsciously. Their knees ached and their palms hurt after pressing them to the floor to get up. They weren't in the shape nor attire to go outside, but they did.
They walked to the door, dragging their feet along the hardwood floor.
They stepped out, now being side by side with the figure. It was an older cookie, much taller than them.
Her dress was a light ice blue.
Her staff like a frozen berry tree.
Her eyes shone through the blizzard and stared Snow Sugar down. It wasn’t judgment or disgust. Not welcoming or caring either. Not one definable emotion.
She started to walk, almost gliding on the snowy path. Leading from the step to the fence. She didn't have to look back, as Snow Sugar followed without hesitation, plushie in hand.
They couldn't stop themself. But they didn't feel like it. They couldn't feel like it.
The sound of snow crunching echoed through the frozen over valley.