"Guide me home, through winter frost and morning cold"
Nattfrost; meaning 'night frost' in Norwegian
I imagine her coming through the snow, walking in the thin winter air that poisons your lungs, floating over frozen lakes and rivers that hide long ago sunken bodies of forgotten travellers. I feel her skin that is fragile like a frost-covered leaf, her flesh is like paper, only much more cold. Her hands touch you like venom fights through your blood, bringing the long awaited cryoanestesia as your eyes close into warm and dark slumber. And you will never wake again.
The minute I saw this in a thumb, my first thought was: "wow, that is so beautiful.. let me check it closer".. and I noticed that you're dedicating it to me. I have no words really. This is so beautiful; the whole image gives me a cold feeling (in a good way) and I'm really honoured that you dedicated it to me. Thank you