One night, as the moon hung high and silver, she stepped into a clearing. She began to play, her violin singing a tune that was old as the mountains and new as the morning frost. As she danced, her movements matched the swirling wind. Suddenly, the snow around her didn't just fall; it began to dance with her.
But as the first light of dawn touched the horizon, the music slowed. The dancers faded back into simple flakes of ice, and the violinist stood alone in the center of the quiet clearing. She tucked her violin away, a soft smile on her face. She didn't mind the silence anymore, for she knew that every time it snowed, the waltz would begin again. lindsey_stirling_snow_waltz_official_music_video
In a world that sleeps beneath a heavy blanket of frost, there is a legend of a girl who awakens only when the first snowflake of winter touches the earth. This is the story of the . One night, as the moon hung high and