The Ice Woman by the SeaA Story by Mila One song could tame a mighty sea. One gift was the demise of those that, once, could never be tamed. The Ice Woman by the Sea
The sound of the waves was a song, the violin the tune. Icy winds licked the skin of the woman standing by the rocks. The clouds above were gray and dull, but the sea still, in its own majesty reflected a very ethereal blue. The edges of the shore were coated with a thick sheen of ice. The horizon was a dark mass with a white border.
Days passed in this way. The ice woman with the violin stood on the rocks and played her music while the waves sung a melody of nature and hope. They roared yet melodiously lulled a child to sleep. They were mighty yet peaceful. A strength coupled with grace. The tune of the ice woman’s violin soothed the hearts of any monster.
Deep in the fathoms of the sea, the beasts stirred. The young fish swam near the surface and anticipated the ice prison that would keep them so long as the song played.
Oh, how they longed to stop it, but the beauty of the music hypnotized them. It was a temptation of a false promise that it would soothe rather than harm. They knew the truth of it…that the beautiful music would soon create a prison and they wouldn’t survive. They only wished it to not be so.
The ice woman lowered the violin and stopped the music. At once, the storms ceased and the waves calmed. The clouds parted and the sun broke free. Almost instantly, the rays shone down on her, and she pursed her lips in adversity.
“There is no music in such heat.” She said scathingly, shaking her long, black locks out of her face, “Rather there be a prison of ice with beautiful music than the freedom of the sun in silence.”
She played again, and the sun was covered once again by the thick wall of clouds. The waves grew larger and larger, their symphony that much more powerful. The ice woman played on and on, letting the harmony cause the icy winds to blow around her and form the ice prison that she so desperately loved to control. The creatures beneath it were in too much of a stupor to see the danger they were in.
Their prison grew. One creature began to see the wall of ice growing inwards from the shores. Almost immediately, he broke free of the sea’s surface and bared his jaws at the ice woman.
“I pray you not wall us under!” He pleaded, though his jaws were mighty, “I wish not to be a prisoner to such music.”
“You will be no prisoner.” The ice woman assured him, “The music will soothe you and you will be at peace.”
“There is no peace in a cage.” He roared to her in a broken voice that carried little weight and force, “only solitude and desperation for freedom. Cease the lovely tunes, ice woman fair, and part the clouds once more.”
“I give you beauty and you deny me the freedom to play my music?” That angered her, “There is a reason you beasts need to be caged.”
“You take my freedom or I take yours, what difference does it make?” The beast lowered its head beneath the waters once more, “If you could only see what you do to us. If only there was a way to show you.”
Before she could reply, the beast had gone under. She took no heed to his wishes, only played on. The wall of ice continued to grow.
“Chains!” Another creature broke the surface, this one larger than the first; “You only need to shackle us to the fathoms of our home. The sea is mighty, fair lady, who are you to control it with your lovely music?”
“This music will soothe you, beast.” She merely replied, “Take the peaceful solitude as my gift.”
The beast bared its jaws but did not strike. He did not plead. He lowered into the water and said nothing more, just like the first. No one dared to defy the ice woman, however much they protested.
They did not know if they wanted the music to stop.
So this was the story of the ice woman by the sea. The mighty terrain could be tamed even at its wildest, or so the story was told. The music built a prison but the beauty of it kept rebellion at bay. There was a sweet promise of a greater tomorrow, but the doors of the dungeon that would coat the entire sea would be sealed shut and the sun would remain forever behind the clouds.
Was it a false promise?
The beasts of the sea couldn’t say…but the ice woman would continue to play her music and the waves would continue to roar, even if the body of water was covered in ice, and not a breath of life stirred to break the surface.
For what was a prison but a mask of lies? What was a promise but a false hope that it would be kept? Truth was spun on the webs of false desire and toxic hope. Mighty beasts were sent to the fathoms at the sound of sweet music.
The sound of the waves was a song, the violin a tune. The sun was gone now, but the horizon still stood dark with the white border.
The sea was quiet, but still roared. © 2014 MilaAuthor's Note
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