Hello once again. This time, we have a story that’s a bit based off of the concept of Little Red Ridinghood. It’s kind of a stretch,but the idea was to parody the fairytale. Not in the sense that you would think, but I think with some sense of it, there are some themes that are mimicked. Except, of course, I added my own twist to it. Though, that’s not up to me to decide whether I did a good job of using some of Little Red’s concepts. But here you go, “Little Blue Winter”.
Winter walks into her mother’s room and notices that her condition has not grown better. Winter begins pacing back and forth her mother’s room, her hands forming fists and her teeth now biting into her lips. Winter’s mother opens her eyes slowly and opens her mouth to speak, “Winter. I know that I have been causing you trouble. But please do not worry.” Winter makes her way to her mother’s side, and begins moving her hand to find her mother’s, “If you say that, you’ll make me want to venture out and find help.” Winter smiles at her mother, and holds back the tears from her eyes. Although she does this, she knows that it is imminent, and tears begin rolling down her face. Winter’s mother places one hand over her daughter, and begins rubbing the top of her head. She then drags her close to her sides, and whispers into her ears, “Please. For me. Promise me that you won’t go outside. There are dangerous people outside. I’ll get better knowing you’re here with me, okay?” Winter nods her head, and then waits as her mother falls asleep. Winter knows that the world outside was surreptitious, and that her mother only wants to keep her away from that truth. However, Winter could not sit knowing what was traversing in her home, and thus she makes her way to the front door and ventures out.
With each step she takes, Winter sings a note from a lullaby she has grown accustomed to. With each step she takes, Winter skips and jumps and waves her arms as she narrowly avoids pebbles and branches. Winter and her mother lives in a desolated forest. Winter has never met many people because of her mother’s protective nature, and now as she skips along on the forest path, Winter smiles and laughs, despite no one to hear. With each step she takes, Winter begins to forget her mother’s pleas, and drifts off into her own realized reverie.
As Winter skips along on the forest trail, she remembers a story from her mother, one about a magical spring river that can cure any illness. Winter even remembers where her mother said the magical spring river would be in the forest, and begins making her way with alacrity.
After a few minutes, Winter realizes that she is lost. She begins shifting her feet on the forest path, and flailing her hands around to feel for a tree trunk. Winter does not know where she is and opens her mouth to prepare a scream. However, Winter stops, closes her mouth, and thinks. If she can listen for the river, then she will know exactly where to go. So Winter listens and listens and finally hears moving water. Winter is certain that this river is the magical spring river that her mother tells her about and quickly makes her way there.
As Winter arrives at the river, she realizes that she has nothing to put the water into. She begins reaching around the river bed to see if she can find something to put the water into. Winter is hopeful that perhaps a kind old lady has left a basket for her, or perhaps she would find an empty cup that someone left by accident. Winter would bring the water to her mother, and then return the basket or cup to the owner when her mother was better. Winter was sure they would understand, but Winter could not find anything after much effort. Winter was about to give up, but then she hears footsteps near the river bed. Winter gets up from the bed and then talks in the direction of the footsteps, “Hello!”
“You mustn’t play in the river all by yourself.” The voice was that of a woman’s, and although Winter hears the sincerity in her voice, Winter does not see the purple colored pointed hat that the woman wears, or her long black robe, or her long nose. The purple woman approaches Winter slowly, and notices Winter’s eyes. The purple woman then smiles and takes a small seed from her long robe.
“My name is Loki. What’s your name little one?”
“I’m Winter! I need this magical spring water for my mother, but I can’t carry it.” Winter frowns and pouts, which causes Loki to pat her head and say softly, “Is your mother ill?” Winter nods her head and Loki verbally expresses her deep thought, which gives Winter hope. Loki then takes out a small bottle, and says, “I have this bottle here. Why don’t I give you some of the water then?” Winter lights up, with a big smile on her face and says, “Will you really?” Loki forms a devious smile that reaches the ends of her face as she tells her that she will get her the water. Loki then crouches down at the river, and lowers her bottle, filling it, and effectively abrogating any incredulous thoughts Winter may still have. Winter waits patiently as Loki fills the bottle. When Loki is done, she hands the bottle to Winter, but places the seed into the bottle. Winter accepts the bottle, and grasps it firmly with both of her small hands and thanks Loki, while fully unaware that her act was not altruistic.
With the bottle in her hands, Winter begins making her way back to her home. With each step she takes, Winter sings a note from a lullaby she has grown accustomed to. With each step she takes, Winter swings her arms back and forth in complete elation, hopeful that her mother will now be free from the shackles of her illness. Winter finally makes it to her home, and does not knock so that she does not wake her mother. Winter opens the door slowly, ousting any creaks and croaks, and steps lightly onto the floor boards, making her way to her mother’s room. With each step she takes, Winter begins reiterating her day in her head, how she got lost, and how a lady named Loki helped her.
Winter makes her way to her mother’s side, and just as she takes out the bottle, her mother wakes up and looks at Winter with tired eyes. Winter smiles, and shows her the bottle, “I got this from the magical spring river! The one that can cure any illness!” Winter puffs her chest out and smiles a smile that reaches the ends of her face. Winter’s mother looks at the bottle, and notices the strange color of it. Winter, still unbeknownst to what Loki had done to her bottle, continues to stand by her mother, awaiting the sound of her drinking. Winter’s mother, who lay sickly in bed, without the strength to break the news to her dear daughter, opens the lid, and begins drinking the contaminated water. Upon hearing this, Winter lights up and hugs her mother’s side, with her mother’s hand over her head. Winter’s mother looks over at her hand, and whispers as she notices her hand slowly turning blue, “I’ll always love you, Winter.”