The Snow Queen

I’m not sure now how or where my dream started. All I remember is that I, along with some people whom I vaguely remember now, was traveling in a car. I don’t know where we were headed to.

In my dream, I felt that I know the people with me – they were probably friends and/or relatives. Then I felt and saw that we were slowly becoming frozen like Popsicles. We almost looked like Popsicles but we were able to move our bodies so we moved on. I tried warming my hands by breathing on them but ice came out of my mouth instead. It was really cold. I knew at that moment, we were close to the snow queen. It was a fear that I didn’t talk about in my dream. But I felt it. I wasn’t even sure how I came about thinking or fearing the snow queen at that instant in my dream.

Then we got to the place. It was a huge house with a grand staircase. Like the one you see in the movies where the debutante or the princess walks slowly going down. There wasn’t any ice in the house but it was cold. Then we spotted a tent outside the house. I thought the snow queen was there so I started making daggers with my mouth. You know how liquid freezes over when it’s really cold. That’s the idea behind the daggers made of saliva perhaps (considering they came from my mouth). I taught the others how to do it.

Soon, we were making longer daggers until they became swords. Everyone had a dagger and a sword – one on each hand. We were ready for battle. Until I realized that Miguel was missing. I looked for him everywhere shouting his name across the huge house. My heart started pumping when I saw the stairs. I went up and saw him just beginning to look at “that mirror.” I tried to stop him but it was too late. He had seen himself. I knew then that I was wrong in believing that the snow queen was in the tent (that’s what we were preparing for).

The snow queen has just been woken up. Miguel accidentally looked at the mirror and woke her up. I grabbed Miguel as fast as I could and dragged him downstairs. We almost flew going down as I could see my feet skipping steps and making great leaps. I kept on shouting, “She’s here! She’s here!” My first instinct was to hold Miguel tight. My heart’s fear was that the snow queen would want to take him away from me. True enough, she wanted him for herself. She appeared before us. She was on top of the staircase. I couldn’t see her face but I felt the numbing cold. I was screaming and holding on to Miguel almost squeezing him as the snow queen’s servants came up to me trying to get Miguel. I couldn’t keep myself from wailing while trying to protect Miguel. When I looked at Miguel again, he shrunk or transformed or morphed (I’m not quite sure, it happened fast) into an infant wrapped in a white blanket. I hugged him tighter, shielding him from the servants. Then I looked again and saw that he was as pale and stiff as a doll. Like my old doll Bidu. I was still crying. I looked at the child again and I know he is still Miguel. I was still crying. Then, I woke up.

Snow Queen by Rachel

Image Source: Snow Queen by Barbiedoll

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