Thursday, May 1, 2014

The Queen With The Frozen Heart 3



When the little prince was even smaller, when he just barely had taken his first steps and said his very first word, it had been "pretty". Because he had always loved his mother’s beautiful songbird with its dazzling colors and its exquisite singing.



When he had taken his first steps trying to touch the bird and his mother had laughingly taken him to his arms and kept him away from the bird. Because no one else could touch other’s magic without asking permission. When he had called the bird pretty and dreamt of having one like it for himself. That was when the giants had stirred in their distant mountains, far away from limits of their country.


When his father’s leopard had stirred in his feet and flipped its tail, the prince had been walking for a while and could already say sentences with two or three words in them. When it had started to stare nervously from the window to the mountains beyond the castle’s horizon, the prince’s third birthday had already passed. And when the first reports of people disappearing in the frontier towns and faraway forests reached their castle, his father had just taught him to fish.


Then whole towns were found destroyed and the talks about monsters eating people in the forests started. The refugees wandered scared into silence from the countries limits into its safer center and no one wanted to wander close to the frontiers. There was even talk, in whisper, of new kinds of monsters, never before to be seen. Monsters that flew in bird’s wings and carried the death along with them.

That was when the prince turned into five years old and they finally found out what his magic looked like. That was when his father rode to fight the monsters and giants they were sure were behind all this unrest. That was when the prince cried his sadness to the soft fur of his new bear cubby, his newfound magic.

Finally the messages of the frights and evil things happening ended. But so did end the messages from his father. And even though people returned to their towns to build their homes again and to their fields to plant their crops, they could never find out what had really happened. Not even the land could tell them because it had never felt anything. Not a strange foot or paw or hoof had touched its surface, nothing had slithered under it or moved over it unwarranted.

It was never found out what happened to each and every one of the men who left with the king, or to the king himself. They all rode out of the castle one morning, rode into the thick forests and high mountains, through the little creeks and wading the wide rivers. The land could tell that much. They had arrived the limits of the kingdom and disappeared.

-          Will daddy ever return, the prince had asked his mother.

But she had not known the answer. And that was when her bird had gone silent and started to change. It had shed its colorful feathers and become, at first grey and then, brown. It had shrank and hidden behind her hair and begun to sing sad little songs, with a quiet little voice.

The queen had shed her colorful clothes and vested black robes and dresses. She had become silent and stern, hardworking and grievous. Always solemn and serious.


Gone were her laughter and the play of her eyes, the twinkle of her smile and the joy of life. Gone were the days of running out to hide and play, of spending the afternoon at the river learning to swim or fish. The nights spent under the stars, listening to the whisper of trees, gurgle of the rivers and the silent noises of the earth.

Now the magic was all serious business, and the queen only wanted to hide herself in the ruling of the country. The only friend to play with the prince had left was his bear cub, his own magic. And even though his mother spent time with him, and smiled at his tricks it was not the same. He knew in his heart that when he lost his father, he has lost almost all of his mother too.

While queen would be busy ruling the country and being the best queen she possibly could be for all her loyal subjects, the prince run wild in the forests the queen had loved to visit. He would go hiding for days with his bear and return smelling of wet earth, fresh leaves, hidden places and clear water and air.

Since the queen knew she did not have much to give to her son, she let her roam free. Hoping that he could be happy where she had once felt so filled with joy. That he could find the remaining threads of happiness and would be able to weave joy of his own from there.

But that is not enough, because a human child needs his parents and longs for their love. And since the prince could not have what he wanted from his father, because he had gone missing, nor from his mother, because her heart had frozen almost solid. He began to search it elsewhere.

The earth could feel his longing and the searching he was doing. And it would tell it to the air, so that the wind could take it to the heaven. Maybe High Magic could do something so that the prince would not be lost, too. And since the magic of the prince was a bear, and the bears are animals of the earth, the land gave as much of itself to it as it was possible. Without endangering the country and everyone else who lived there.


To be continued...

This is the third part of the story.


If you want to read the first part of the story go to The Queen With The Frozen Heart 1

To read the second part, go to The Queen With The Frozen Heart 2 

To read the fourth part, go to The Queen With The Frozen Heart 4

To read the fifth part, go to The Queen With The Frozen Heart 5.


To read the sixth part, go to The Queen With The Frozen Heart 6


To read the seventh part, go to The Queen With The Frozen Heart 7


 To read the eight part, go to The Queen With The Frozen Heart 8

To read the ninth part, go to The Queen With The Frozen Heart 9

To read the tenth part, go to The Queen With The Frozen Heart 10

To read the eleventh part, go to The Queen With The Frozen Heart 11

To read the twelth part, go to The Queen With The Frozen Heart 12 

43 comments:

  1. I like the little graphic that you have added to the images for the Queen with the Frozen Heart tale - very nice. Once again, I love your photos.

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    1. I actually got the idea from a post by another blogger on how to make the photos more pinnable :)

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    2. It was fun to read the story and figure out how the photos were related. The photos were quite nice.

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  2. I love the photos and I am going back to find the other parts to this story!

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  3. Yea your photos are exotic and show some great sincerity in the children!

    great work!

    -Tara
    www.pookasfamily.com

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  4. oops, I think the links to the other parts of the story are broken. I can't click them. But cool idea to carry a story through several posts!

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    1. Thank you for letting me know. I fixed it.

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  5. Wonderful story! Your photos are also very nice. Thank you for sharing!

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  6. Awww, thank you so much for sharing this and I love all your pictures to go along with it :)

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  7. It breaks my heart for these kids.. They are gorgeous.. good job with the pictures and the cont stories...

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  8. Your writing is so descriptive and your pictures are stunning. You are a gifted storyteller. Thank you for sharing with us!

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    1. totally agree!! and i am anxious to read the next part!

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  9. I love this. So beautifully written. Can't wait for more.

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  10. You should think about making all the parts of this story into an e-book. It's wonderfully written!

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  11. Beautifully written story. The photos are so great, as well.

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  12. So pretty and creative! Enjoyed the read and the pictures.

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  13. What a great story. Going to read the other parts.

    Michelle F.

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  14. There's something brown in the photos. I can't tell is it leaves or coccons of some sort?

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    1. It's dead leaves. There is no winter or fall here, so leaves just die, fall to the ground, or on other plants and then to the grounds. And in the ground they start the process of becoming more earth and more plants grow on them.

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  15. I have to read the other part of this first so this makes more sense. It looks interesting.

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  16. I love your stories and photography-I look forward to them. Thanks!

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  17. Yo always leave me hanging! Another beautiful part.

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  18. You photos are just stunning! I love the story.

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  19. Oh my! Your story and photographs are so beautiful and full of feeling! Now, I must bookmark the other two parts, so I can read more. Thank you for sharing!

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    1. Thank you, Henrietta. I'm so glad you enjoyed the story.

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  20. Your pictures are just stunning. Such an intricate part of the story

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  21. I'm eagerly anticipating this story now. I love how you're doing it in parts.

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  22. I love your photos. They are so beautiful!!

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  23. You certainly keep us interested with your stories. Keep them coming!

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  24. Great story and photos... can't wait to read part 4.

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  25. What a beautiful story. I love your use of great images to keep the reader engaged.

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  26. Another great story Joanna. And beautiful shots too (as always).

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  27. Beautiful post and photos as always. You have great stories to share!

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  28. What a great story and really nice photos. You did a nice job with this one.

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  29. What a great story - love your pictures, very touching!

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  30. This is getting good! Love the banner on the images and as usual the images themselves.

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  31. This part of the story is so sad. Hopefully things turn around for her.

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  32. I love the pictures that you selected to accompany this story. This part of the story is especially sad, but I'm hoping for a happy ending!

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  33. I'm beginning to think that you should write children's books. I love reading your posts.

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    1. Thank you, Dina. I really want to be published author, it's my goal.

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  34. Very creative. I like having the images to go along with the story.

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  35. Great pictures and graphics. This was a very creative post

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