This rather overburdened title accompanied a rather verbose and somewhat lyrical story, kicking off in a chanting sort of rhythm instructing me to do all sorts of things — the sort of opening that always puts me on edge. But if you don’t mind this style of writing, then here’s a little tale with a whole load of Welsh-fairy-tale influences for you.
This odd little story started off like a Scottish folktale and ended up firmly in the realm of horror. For most readers, everything we have have been taught has taught us to sympathise with the mother who only wishes to save her child; and yet, every step of the way, but most especially at the end, the mother of this story is terrifying.
What an excellent, novel fairy tale this was, told in beautiful and imaginative language.
Katla, the daughter of the Snow King and Snow Queen, grew up in a life of magic and luxury, learning the stories of her past and dreaming up stories of her future when she would inherit the Arctic kingdom.
Until her little brother is born and displaces her as heir, and she is married off to the ruler of a southern kingdom. When heartbroken she leaves her frozen realm, she brings with her five snowflakes. As you’d expect with a proper fairy tale, these snowflakes contain within them all the power necessary for Katla to bring about her happy ending.