Winter Fairytale...

Just a quick little excerpt today.
I’ve had some ideas running around in my head about a new little series of stories I’d like to delve into. As some of you who know me know, I spent a lot of my life in the ballet world as a dancer, teacher and choreographer. I think that background is probably the reason I’m drawn to stories of romance, magic and the supernatural. My favorite ballets are the ones based on old obscure versions of fairytales and I thought it would be fun to do some research and writing based on myths and tales that few in the general public have been introduced to but that have been dancing around in my memory for quite some time.
I started working on a shorter story inspired by both the Russian fairytale about the Snow Maiden and the snow scene from the Nutcracker ballet and would really love to have it done in time for the holidays. We’ll seeJ .
Here is a very rough, very short beginning I wrote that sets the scene for this winter story.
 
It was long ago that in a land of winter’s tales, beyond the forest and the world we know as ordinary, a maiden lived with hair of gold and snowy white, eyes of shining blue and lips to shame the reddest rose. The daughter of a powerful sorceress and a mortal man, she was her mother’s heart after her father went the way all mortal men do into eternal sleep. The girl, being just half mortal, only grew to be a maiden and it was the sorceress’s wish that she never leave and never know about the human world.
And so a winter land of wonder’s beauty was created by the mother to delight her child and keep her content. But as all girls do, the maid became curious about what was outside of her beautiful home and wished to see beyond the glitter of the diamond snow.
She snuck away one night from under her mother’s watchful eye, away from her enchanted forest. It was wonderful to her, the world and the people and, being a beautiful created thing, she soon caught the eye of a handsome young man and fell in love with him. When this occurred, her fragile heart, being made of magic and cold, began to melt.
Before the sorceress could do anything to save her fair daughter, the girl was gone.
Heartbroken, the sorceress cursed the land that had tempted and then taken her only child. No game were ever seen in that place again and the kingdom was always at war. Even still more harrowing, no fair-haired children were ever born there again.
It became legend also then that no one should wander to close to the sorceress’s frozen+ forest or she would send forth a blizzard, causing them to lose their way and be caught in the land of ice and snow for all time.
 
That’s all for now, just a little myth to open things up before the hero and heroine come on the scene and the magic begins.