At first glance, Snow is the most beautiful thing, isn’t it? It dances in the daylight as it dazzles from the sky and coats the world around us in ivory glitter. In the city that, the night before, was crammed with stressful commuters and expensive cars, is now a city full of optimism and new adventures. Isn’t that wonderful? The city had become a blank canvas for these exhausted beings to unleash their imaginations on. And as the sun begins to rise, we are greeted with an assortment of frozen figures and unique crystals. Snow is a rare sight, and that is perhaps why it is so exciting. For a bliss moment in time our mediocre city looks like a wonderland. However, looks can be deceiving. And as soft and gentle the snow may look, underneath she is hiding the harsh ice that will soon dominate the city. And as the sun burns upon the city the snow will soon be forced to disappear, and now the city is like an ice rink. Deadly and dangerous. The dull hues of the city will try it’s best to fight to the surface, but ice is a stubborn bitch. She doesn’t get to be centre stage very often, so when she finally makes her appearance, she wants it to last. And she wants people to appreciate her. Yet nobody ever does.

My name is Lumi. It’s the Finnish for Snow. When I tell people that, they fall in love with it. “What a beautiful name for a princess!” You see, they start defying my personality with the fact I have a pretty name. Snow is soft and delicate, but that doesn’t mean I am just like that. Snow is also cold and dangerous, probably the more overlooked characteristic of snow.

And me.