The young man indeed had caught her before she fell. But perhaps he had not
been quick enough for her pale complexion was rosy and she was unconscious.
So worried for the fair lady, the young man carried her back to the valley.
He basically ignored Negia, who was wailing and moaning. At once he sent for
the doctor, a kind elderly Shoyru.
After spending an hour in seclusion with Frosta the Doctor emerged. He looked
sad and quite worried.
“Is she all right?” The young man, who had introduced himself as Fallon, asked.
His concern was very real, for he had fallen for the pale beauty he had rescued.
“I know I should have called the Faerie Queen!” Negia moaned.
“Doubtful she could have done anything about it,” Doctor Albain said.
“What is wrong with her?” Fallon asked.
“Climate.”
“I’ll take her to the desert!” Negia cried.
For then the desert wasn’t quite lost just somewhat misplaced. Only the faeries
really knew about it.
“Hmpfh. That’d likely destroy her.” The doctor shook his head. “Nope she needs
to go north.”
“North?” Fallon asked puzzled, for he did not know anything about Frosta but
her name. “Tell me where and I will take her there!”
Albain sighed. “To the coldest place possible. Her system isn’t made to handle
this heat.”
“Heat?” Negia looked skeptical. “But it very cold here!”
“Needs to stay below freezing.” He shook his head. “Her lungs will collapse
and she will suffocate.”
“When?” Fallon asked determined that she should live.
“Soon.”
After the doctor left Fallon stalked from the room and left Negia to sit beside
Frosta. Hours later when night had fallen, a knock on the door woke Negia. She
was shocked to find Fallon dressed in heavy furs, and even more so to see the
long sled behind him, pulled by six white Lupes.
“What are you doing?” she asked as he pushed his way inside.
“Taking her to the summit,” he said as he gathered Frosta into his arms.
“You’ll never make it," Negia said as she grabbed her coat.
“I have to try.”
“But you don’t understand.” She grabbed his arm. “She’s Fae…”
He smiled sadly. “I know.”
“How?” She placed her hands on her hips and scowled at him.
“I just know.” He draped furs about Frosta hoping the added warmth wouldn’t
send her further in to decline.
“You?” Negia was unconvinced.
“My grandmother was.” He looked at her. “If you are going to help then do so,
but if you get in my way…”
“Yeah, yeah, you’ll need a guide. Though how we’ll find a way through the ice
caves is beyond me!”
It was not an easy journey for though Negia knew the way to the Ice caves and
hence her home, the elements were against them. Blizzards descended with fury.
It took them tree days to reach Negia’s home. It was then that Frosta opened
her eyes.
Both Fallon and Negia leaned over her staring hopefully. “W-what happened?”
she asked weakly.
“You’ve been very sick," Fallon said concern lacing his voice.
“Heatstroke... go figure.” Negia shrugged.
Frosta grinned slightly before frowning at Fallon. “Who are you? I don’t remember…”
“Prince charming to the rescue.” Negia sighed dramatically, “Rescued you from
spilling your innards all across the valley.”
“Can you cut out the humour?” Fallon asked darkly.
“Naw, this is was keeps me sane.” Negia glared at him.
“H-how else could she get away with her clothing?” Frosta smiled.
Negia looked at her mouth gapping. “Why I never!”
Just then Frosta started coughing, a deep rasping cough.
“We can’t wait much longer," Fallon said kneeling beside her. “We need to know
how to get to the summit. But we can’t make it through the caves with out you
help.” His eyes searched hers intently.
“The satchel… is a map…” Her eyes fluttered as she fell back.
“Ah ha! Gotcha!” Negia had riffled through Frosta’s satchel and found the map.
“Let's go times a wasting!”
So after restocking their supplies and resting the Lupes who agreed to continue
on, they set out through the caves. It took them three days to reach the summit
and each day it grew colder and more brutal. But amazingly Frosta was regaining
her strength. By time they had reached her cottage, it was Negia who was bundled
in the fur-lined sled, grumbling about the weather.
When at last they stood out side her home, Frosta turned to her newfound friends.
She thanked them for saving her life, she vowed to never to forget them. But
as it would seem she could not stray far from her home, she could only visit
Negia briefly.
“It’s okay,” Negia said. “I’ll come visit you and then you can show my how
to transform plain Neggs into well not plain Neggs…”
“I’m sure I have a recipe somewhere.” She hugged her friend. “And you can collect
my ingredients for me. Though once your Neggery takes off I don’t know what
I’ll do.”
She then turned to Fallon who was looking quite distant, as he stood amongst
the whirling snow.
“And you have saved my life.” She peered up into his face. “I’m not sure how
to thank you…”
“I believe that’s my cue to leave," Negia commented as she headed for
the cottage. “I just hope your fireplace works. Come on fella’s time for hot
food!” She chuckled as the Lupes followed her.
“She’s rather….” Fallon began as he watched Negia’s exit.
“Unusual?” Frosta asked.
“Yes, she has a good heart though.” He grinned.
“As do you…” Frost replied softly.
“If you think a little cold is going to chase me away…” He frowned down at
her. “Well….”
“I was actually hoping you would stay.” Her ice blue eyes glimmered.
“Is that a proposal Miss Snow?”
“I believe so.” She smiled.
He bent forward, whispering in her ear. “The man is supposed to ask, but I’ll
have you anyway.” She laughed brightly as he picked her up and they whirled
about in the snow.
Negia looked out the window. “Happens to the best of us.” She grinned at the
couple. “Which is why I am the worst!” She glanced at the Lupes “Now will it
be tea, coffee, or cocoa? Hmmm chocolate rules hands down.” She grinned to herself,
she wasn’t that bad of a matchmaker. If the Neggery didn’t pan out she’d still
have a job.
So it was that Fallon and Frosta married, the moon shone brightly as new snow
fell about them. Most of there friends from the valley came, as well as the
Faerie Queen herself, to witness the union of the happy couple.
And so that is how the Snow Faerie found her love and her life. As for Negia,
her business with Neggs took for so quickly that she had little time to help
find ingredients for Frosta’s potions. So she sent her customers to the summit
and those that would, helped Frosta in her quest for learning.
And so from that day on, the Snow Faerie and the Negg Faerie were fast friends.
It was a friendship that has last through the ages, the story passing down through
the line of descendants. Even until this very day.
***
“And that my dears is the story of how the Snow Faerie and the Negg Faerie
became friends,” Faerelle said.
“You forgot something.” Elsa looked sternly at her mother.
“And what was that?”
“And they lived happily ever after!” she announced.
“So they did.” Hunter grinned. “And that is also why you are here today, for
if Fallon had never fallen in love with Frosta, none of us would be here.”
“Well you wouldn’t be anyway," Gram cackled. “Now off to bed with you all.
I’m tired.” She pushed herself from the chair and looked back at Faerelle with
a gleam in her faded eyes. “Maybe someday you’ll tell them the tale of how you
came to our lonely mountain.”
“Perhaps," Faerelle said.
“Hey! Does this mean Aunt Ishala has to get married?” Elsa asked, speaking
of the current Snow Faerie and her father’s sister. “Or do I get to be the next
Snow Faerie?”
“Girls.” The twins rolled their eyes as they departed the room.
“We’ll see won’t we?” Hunter ruffled his daughter’s dark hair. “But perhaps
there is something else in store for you.”
“Like what?” Elsa asked pale eyes bright.
“Someday when you’re older…” He smiled, his eyes on Faerelle.
“Yeah that’s what I thought.” Elsa stalked off towards her room, scowling.
“Nobody tells me anything. I am eight after all!” She hollered over her shoulder.
Gram caught her arm and together they walked upstairs.
Hunter came to stand behind Faerelle as she stood looking out the door window.
All the animals had departed to their various beds and they were alone in the
room, even the fire had died down to a mere glow.
“You will tell her?” he asked, bending to speak into her ear.
“Perhaps.” She grinned looking back at him with a wicked grin. “Perhaps I
shall save that tale for another day.”
The End | 
