Born of snow

 The sky let loose a low howl and above her flurries began glittering the breeze. She shivered, not due to cold however, her skin was of winter, or so she thought. Cold never touched her, she was born of ice, found in the drifts by the farmers late wife she became the thirteenth burden of an already struggling family. The wife passed soon after. Nobody really explained why or how, though Alarra could guess by the thin ribs that poked through her threadbare dresses. She couldn't really blame the farmer for selling her. Food was scarce and she was not of his blood. Another tear slid down, followed by her bones shuddering deep within her small frame. Even so, what shall become of me?