And then her heart changed, or at least she understood it; and the winter passed, and the sun shone upon her. The leaves on the trees awake from their slumber. Long dormant flowers finally once again make their journey towards the light. Everywhere she stepped, life began anew. The wind blew her hair in a teasing manner, full of warmth and joy. No longer were the days of cold and sorrow here. Now was the time to embrace the long glow of the sun’s radiance.
Her crown, once a frozen reminder of her pain, started to melt. Underneath the ice of anguish, the golden rays of hope showed and swirled around her. Leaving behind a new crown, one that would be remembered by all who set eyes upon it. Its rose golden metal looked dainty and fragile, but was strong and resilient. The jewels encased in the crown danced in the sunlight and reflected all the colors of the rainbow. Atop this diadem of wonder lied the spirit of Hope.
Its form, shaped like the sun, was a ball of white light. It lights her room fully in a soft yellow glow. No longer would the darkness consume her. No longer were the days of darken night. She moves forward. Bolder with each step and more curious than ever before. She skips and hops towards her door. Away from her frozen prison.
Her gown, once covered in a lace of the finest snowflakes and shimmered like the snow, now washed away to the bold greens of the trees and the softness of pinks, purples, and blues. Her skirt was no longer long and dragging her down. Now it blossomed and bloomed upwards. It fanned and shaped outward, like an upside down tulip.
The bodice of her frigid dress was once a sea of icicles. Sharp and harmful to others that grew too close to her. A sort of armor of protection from those who could mean her great harm once again. They now fell from her chest and hit the ground like fresh rain in spring. What now adorns the top of her pale skin were flowers of all kinds and in the middle was a large Gladiolus Priscilla floret. Its inner white flesh shimmered with a pearl luster. At its edges was a blushing pink to encapsulate all who are near. In its center a glowing warmth of yellow to comfort any fear.
The Gladiolus Priscilla, a flower that has many meanings such as courage, strength, and moral integrity. These ideologies had taken root in the woman’s heart and pushed her even further. Further she strode along and further across she went. As the protector of hope and light. Becoming the sword to banish all evil in sight. No longer would she be the Lady of Ice, encased in her own misery after a devastating heartbreak. She would now be known as the Herald of Gladiolus. With a new title and purpose, she would become a symbol to all and be there in their times of need. To vanquish the evil she once faced.
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