This was written for a prompt “Falling through Ice” for my class. These are characters from a book I wrote for NaNoWriMo in 2015 that I really need to continue because I enjoyed the plot line.
Laina dragged her fingers through her hair, coiling the braid around one finger before she sat down heavily, the snow fluffy up around her like a blanket. “What are you even trying to do?”
Bryant grinned back at her as he continued to roll the snow into a misshapen sphere. “My kid brother used to call them snowmen, you make three balls and pile them up and there you go.”
“A blob?” Laina raised a brow and cupped her hands around her mouth, blowing out humid hot air. “How does that look anything like a man?”
“It’s not meant to be realistic, Laina, do elves really not do things like this?”
“No, I suppose we don’t. We’re usually busy during the winters. Not that I really remember my childhood. It’s been over 150 years, remember.”
“Bryant.” Laina warned and laid back, spreading out her arms.
“If you move your arms a bit, you could make a snow angel.” Bryant pointed out cheekily and chuckled when she glared up at the sky, not moving her hands.
The nearby lake was frozen over and Bryant had already been inching towards it, glancing back at Laina every so often, his snow creation half finished in the white field behind him. Laina sat up after a moment, looking for him, and finding him sliding across the crystalline surface.
“Come on!” The man called out, gesturing for her to come closer. “It’s fun.”
“Fun…” Laina doubted it, but there was no one else around, nothing else to do, so she stood, brushing the snow off her back, shivering slightly at the nipping cold and followed him to the frozen lake.
She barely kept her balance, throwing her arms out to stay upright, her heart skipping a beat and racing. Her eyes narrowed. “Fun?”
There was a tiny popping sound, and Laina stilled, her legs trembling from staying standing. Below her small white crack created a web, and her breath caught in her throat. “Bryant…?”
He’d slid further away, but spun and returned upon her shaky call.
“Maybe this is a good way to…” He gave her a cheesy grin. “Break the ice?”