273. The Magic Snow Woman
She giggled and clapped her hands as the snow covered the land,
Her father Thord watched closely as Thorhalla went out to explore,
He laughed as his daughter picked up the cold flakes in her hand.
Thord was glad to see her happy, for her pain was hard to ignore,
He could not help but see the emptiness fill her as she had grown,
For her lovely mother Helga was killed fighting in an unwanted war,
And now his pretty little daughter Thorhalla had been left partly alone.
Thord put on his warm cloak, and went out into the falling snow,
He showed Thorhalla how to roll the flakes up into a tight ball,
Then with her father's help, together they made the balls grow,
Thord stooped as he rolled the snow, but his daughter had to crawl.
Three round balls they rolled out, each larger than the last one,
At that moment Thord acted more like a friend, or a big brother,
But little Thorhalla did not care, she was having so much fun,
Then her father took the balls and placed one on top of the other.
Thord went into the house, brought out some of his wife's clothes,
And then with great care placed them on his pure white creation,
With rocks he made eyes, with small branches for arms made a pose,
When he put his wife's scarf around its neck he knew he was done.
He became sad when he saw the snow woman dressed as his bride,
And in front of his young daughter his true feelings he had to resist,
However, when Thorhalla saw his creation she sat down and cried,
For it reminded her far too much of the mother she so dearly missed.
Eventually Thord went into the house, he poured mead into his horn,
While the distraught and crying Thorhalla into the snow slowly sank,
His daughter sobbed for hours, the only way she knew how to mourn,
While her father sat in misery by the fire, and continuously drank.
Frigga felt the little girl' s sorrow, knew of her deep emotional pain,
Thorhalla's tears had been witnessed by one who wished her well,
When the girl cried out for her mother, Frigga no longer could refrain,
All- Mother asked Freyja if for this lonely child she would cast a spell.
Frigga was amazed as the snow woman began to show signs of living,
The twig arms reached out and held Thorhalla, its face gave her a smile,
Frigga teared up at the warmth, and love, that the cold object was giving,
And Thorhalla felt her mother's love as she hugged the snow woman for a while.
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart ), © Copyright, 2014.