Snow Witch'S Journey
Mysterious meeting in the middle of the forest

The cold is broad; it can make me shiver, it can bore me, it can make me calm, it can make me comfortable, and it can give me a different kind of warmth. Cold is a sensation that I can receive both positive and negative at once.

I am someone who lives in a cold country. The cold has become like the oxygen I breathe all year round. It can bore me but at the same time make me feel alive. Every time I let a cold feeling enter my body, I always felt a vibration from the outside and inside. I felt goosebumps and nostalgia at the same time, as if I was part of the snow and ice that had covered the ground for as long as the world existed.

When that coldness has become part of my body, part of my soul, I can only ask when this cold will last? Do I have to wait until a hot spark melts me? Or does the fire add coldness to me by its presence? I don't know.

I was too busy soaking in the ice pool I just found while walking through the forest. The time fits. I haven't had an ice bath in a long time since I left home. It felt really refreshing as this cold water enveloped my entire body to the sidelines. It feels like rebirth. Sometimes I wash my face with water in my hand.

“You said you were cold-resistant, so why soak in water you can't feel?”

“Cold thick, I mean cold resistant, stupid! Not that I can't feel the cold. I can still feel it. That's why I enjoy it,” reply me.

I leaned my back against the edge of the pool while the tip of my foot to my neck sank into the cold of the pool. Soaking in a cold pool has always been best for me, rather than taking a warm bath or any kind of water. At the Witch Cliff, while I waited for my mother to come home, I would spend time either soaking by the seafront or searching for the nearest ice pond. At first, I couldn't hold on for long, but after I had done so much, I wanted to soak in ice water forever.

Not because I was born out of ice, but because when I was soaking in ice water, it made me remember my own time spent waiting for my mother. And it reminded me of the time I looked at the gray sky that dropped snowflakes on my skin, I imagined how small I was before the vastness of the sky that stretched from end to end.

“But, you're again outside, know.” The sound of the compass sounded small because I put it in my bag, but it was still clearly heard in this silent forest. Behind me exactly, I put a sling bag not far from me, and then I stacked my clothes, skirts, underwear, robes, and my waistcoat over it so that it covered my sling bag.

“Now we are in a forest far away from the settlement. No one's gonna pass through here. Hence, I dare to soak in here. The only thing I need to worry about is you, the compass! Don't peek, yes.”

“How can I peek if all I see is black?”

“Means you do intend to peek?” my paradise.

The sound of snow being trampled raised my vigilance. I sharpened my eyes as a black silhouette appeared between the shadows of a tree not too far ahead. It was a tall human-sized form with something pointed on it, moving slowly towards here. My hand is already getting ready to call out the magic wand if something goes wrong.

Slowly it became clearer in my eyes. Someone with a pointy hat like mine. Like a glimmer of fire sparkling in the darkness, his red hair was so striking. A witch appeared in front of me. I decided to choose safe by secretly making my things disappear with my magic.

“Who?” manyu alert.

The witch did not answer me. The witch was standing across the pond with her face turned away from me. I woke up and immediately pulled my knee so that the front of my body was covered.

While watching him, I kept waiting for him to answer my question. But, he was silent like a mute scowling.

“You don't want to answer?”

“What are you doing here?” He turned around and asked me. His tone sounded sharp and rude, like one who was upset. “Why are you soaking in a place like this?”

Feeling I didn't make a single mistake, “Because I like it and I don't think there will be anyone passing through in the middle of this forest, I'll just answer honestly.

The witch girl wore a thick hairy scarf wrapped around her neck. He looked so big with a scarf and robe that was as thick as it covered his entire body to his feet. He also wears gloves. For some reason when I saw it in its entirety I immediately thought of a black candle because of its red hair and black cloak. From the way she was dressed, it was obvious that the girl was not from around here. He could not bear the cold, therefore he used a thick cloth to warm his body.

What did a witch from the outside come to such a cold, empty, and desolate place here? The end of the Frozen Line is not a place worth visiting for fun because of the climate. Life here is very hard, unless you want to find a challenge. This forest is also not a place that people will go to unless the person is lost, or thinks the same as me, which is enjoying a private ice pool.

It's the first time I've met another witch out here, let alone one my age. My mother said that witches have many kinds. There are good and there are bad. Showing each other's identity to a fellow magician was only natural. But, just in case, I'd better keep myself a secret who is a witch.

“Are you lost?”

“Not your business.” He looked at me cynically. I just met him for the first time. “You humans are not animals. I suggest, do not shower carelessly because there must be people who use this for personal satisfaction.” After saying that with her jutek face, she just went past me towards the trees behind me.

The smell of red roses sprinkled with a burning sensation. Getting further away from me, I saw the red color fade away like a blaze that gradually extinguished because it was cut by a darkness stronger than its light. He gave me a unique impression. He gave me a unique light that was not only warm but also hot inside and out. He was like a fire that could provide warmth as well as pain. Both of her pretty eyes equipped with amber red patterns gave me the impression of being staring into the beautiful fire that was dancing agilely in the air. But, those eyes could also give off an uncomfortable feeling as I gazed more and more into the red light.

She's beautiful and dangerous. His hostile expression was like a true depiction of fire. His sharp-pitched words came out from the tongue of fire that could hurt anyone, even me.

We don't answer each other. He just shows up and leaves. While I, busy soaking with naked body while keeping my own identity secret.

Our meeting was likened to a flicker of fire whose light was not eternal, but gave a brief impression and curiosity. But unfortunately, the fire has now vanished into the darkness unattainable, far from the real light and has not met directly with eternal snow. And now, I could only feel the sparks whose stings were imprinted on my skin like ant bites.