Rarity sighed as she put down her sewing supplies. That’s enough for tonight. I’ve been working too much lately anyway. I think I deserve a bit of a break and some time to relax. She removed her glasses from their place on her nose and set them down on a table.
After putting a few of her fabrics and threads back on their proper shelves, she walked out of her inspiration room and into the hallway of Carousel Boutique. As she passed Sweetie Belle’s room, Rarity made sure that her hoofsteps were soft so that her little sister wouldn’t be woken up. The white unicorn went down to her kitchen where she began to make tea. Hot tea should definitely help me unwind after such a long day of work.
While waiting for the water to boil, Rarity took out one of her favorite cups as well as the packet of the tea that she wanted. Turning back to the stove, she saw that the water was boiling. Carefully, so as not to spill and burn herself, she levitated the pot off the stove and poured some of the water into her cup. After dumping the extra water into the sink and setting the pot down on the countertop, Rarity placed the teabag into her cup and took her cup into her sitting room. She paused at the window and looked outside. What she saw caused her to come to a complete stop and stare. It’s snowing already? I guess this is going to a fairly harsh winter. Rarity sighed as she realized just what that meant for her workload. Although, it is beautiful, even if it means a lot of work for me.
As she continued to watch the endless shower of snow, the unicorn fashonista began to see more than just the snow. When all the leaves have fallen and the skies have turned grey with clouds, the night begins to encroach upon the day. The birds all sing their songs of farewell. A farewell which is also a warning. A warning of the bitter cold soon to come. Some ponies will think of this as a freezing hell, but I don’t see it that way.
On cold wings she shall arrive, bringing with her sparkling snow and ice. Her beauty shall fall lovingly upon all of Equestria. But such a beauty comes with a price. Keep moving and you might just be able to find the warmth that you’ll be longing for. Most everypony will be longing to escape her ice cold clutches.
Of course, as with everything, there will be those who don’t feel the frigid air until it is too late. She will reach out to you, and then you’ll feel it. Then you’ll believe what everypony else was saying. But by then you’ll already be lost to her forever. Your heart will turn to solid ice and your soul freeze as she claims you as her own. It’ll begin slowly, and you might think that you’ve still got a chance to escape. But soon you’ll realize that all is lost. At that point you’ll slowly start to give in to the cold since it will seem like you’re just falling into a deep sleep. The last sleep you shall ever know.
She’ll come at night when you’re all alone. First you’ll hear her whispering, luring you to her. There won’t be anything you can do; the pull will be much too strong. Rarity watched as the clouds, that were covering the night sky, began to drift aside. As they did so, the light from the moon illuminated the cold night. The silvery shine bounced off the snowflakes, and they began to glisten. As they continued to fall, Rarity’s gaze shifted to the piles of snow forming on the ground.
Your blood shall run cold when you realize who’s calling to your soul. Resistance is futile. Your heart shall sink as you remember how everypony else had hidden from the encroaching winter. You should’ve hidden before she found you. Now your fate is sealed.
Whenever she is raging, she’ll take all those away who were foolish enough to ignore the signs. Haven’t you seen the ruins of our world left in her wake? But what beautiful ruins they are.
As the snowdrifts continued to grow, Rarity’s breath caught in her throat. Each individual snowflake looked like a star that had fallen right out of the night sky. Grouped together, it appeared as if the Crystal Empire itself was being built anew. Can’t anypony see the elegance of her? She covers Equestria in such a breathtaking cloak of crystalline perfection, and yet everypony shies away. Everypony barricades themselves amongst their homes and shelters by their fires. And yet, she will continue to forge such a glamourous world.
Rarity looked across to the nearest house in Ponyville. As the moon began to slip behind the clouds once more, the icicles that had formed began to take on a dark, forbidding appearance. Fear is what most ponies will see as she appears in Equestria. But I see something else. A different kind of beauty. One that shows more tenacity than any living being could ever hope to match.
But only when the sun returns in full, and begins to drive her away and melt all she has brought do ponies begin to emerge once more. Only then will the world open its eyes and see the dawn of a new day. But that day will not be half as beautiful as each and every day that the world experienced during her reign.
Whenever she is raging she’ll take a life away. And even though that is a tragedy, is it truly as tragic as the blindness of all of Equestria. I too, feared her in the past, but now, I’ve seen the truth. There are more kinds of beauty than just clothes or surface appearances. The beauty of something as a whole, inside and out, is what matters most. Even if she may bring destruction, she also brings enlightenment shrouded in mystique. So why can’t anypony see this truth of reality? Why have they all closed their eyes to something so unearthly? Haven’t they ever seen snow fall in the moonlight?
