fairy sass

by Bill Tiepelman

Winter Enchantment on a Green Machine

Let me tell you something: being a fairy isn’t all glitter and wishes. Sometimes, you need to blow off steam. And what better way to do that than stealing—erm, borrowing—an enchanted Harley from the Winter King himself? That’s exactly what Frostina Sparklebottom did on one particularly snowy evening. But let’s rewind a bit, shall we? Frostina wasn’t your typical fairy. While her peers were out frolicking in flower meadows and sprinkling pixie dust on lost hikers, she was in her log cabin, sipping spiked hot cocoa and debating whether she should finally learn to snowboard. “Why sprinkle magic when I can be magic?” she always said, usually while adjusting the rhinestones on her thigh-high boots. One frosty evening, after a few too many shots of peppermint schnapps, Frostina decided she was tired of being underestimated. “I’m done with this ‘sweet and dainty’ fairy crap!” she declared to her pet squirrel, Nutmeg, who didn’t seem particularly invested in her self-revelation. “I’m going to ride into town on the baddest machine Winterland has ever seen!” The only problem? Frostina didn’t own a motorcycle. But she knew who did: the Winter King. He had a gleaming green beast of a bike parked outside his ice palace. Sure, he was the ruler of all things cold and sparkly, but Frostina had something he didn’t—audacity. Lots of it. With a flick of her glitter-dusted wings, she zipped through the frosty forest, her teal outfit catching the moonlight. “He won’t even miss it,” she muttered, brushing snow off her lace-up boots. She reached the bike, gave it a once-over, and cackled. “Oh, baby, you and I are going to make history tonight.” Did she know how to ride a motorcycle? Absolutely not. But that wasn’t about to stop her. Fairies are great at improvising, and Frostina was no exception. With a flutter of her wings, she hovered over the bike and inspected it like a Pinterest mom pretending she knew how to install a backsplash. “How hard can it be?” she mumbled, pressing random buttons. A low growl rumbled as the engine roared to life. “Hell yeah! Mama’s got a new ride!” She sped off into the snowy night, her glittering wings leaving a trail of sparkles in her wake. The roar of the bike echoed through the forest, scaring off reindeer and a few elves on their late-night coffee runs. The cold wind whipped against her face, but Frostina didn’t care. She felt alive—invincible even. That is, until she accidentally swerved into the town square. The townsfolk, who were in the middle of their annual Snowball Festival, stopped mid-throw to stare at the fairy zooming past. “Is that Frostina Sparklebottom?” someone gasped. “What is she wearing?!” another shouted. Frostina, ever the drama queen, slowed down just enough to strike a pose. “It’s called style, Karen!” she hollered, flipping her silver hair as she zipped past. Of course, word of her little joyride reached the Winter King faster than Frostina could say, “Oops.” The icy monarch himself appeared on the horizon, riding a snowstorm like a pissed-off weather god. “FROSTINA!” his voice boomed, shaking icicles loose from the rooftops. “Oh, chill out, Frosty!” she shouted back, skidding to a stop in front of him. “It’s just a little spin! Besides, you never use the damn thing!” The Winter King, unimpressed by her sass, crossed his arms. “That’s not the point! You can’t just steal my bike, terrorize the townsfolk, and call it ‘a spin.’” Frostina smirked, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. “Terrorize? Please. I’m giving them a show. You should be thanking me for spicing up this snowy hellscape you call a kingdom.” The king pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “Return the bike. Now.” “Fine,” Frostina groaned, dramatically rolling her eyes. “But only because it’s almost out of gas.” She dismounted and patted the bike’s seat. “Thanks for the memories, babe. You were too good for him anyway.” The Winter King muttered something about needing a vacation as Frostina flounced away, wings sparkling under the moonlight. “You’re welcome for the entertainment!” she called over her shoulder. “Next time, I’m taking the sleigh!” That night, Frostina returned to her cabin feeling triumphant. Sure, she might have annoyed the Winter King and scared a few elves, but who cared? Life was short, and fairies who played it safe never made history. As she kicked off her boots and poured herself another mug of schnapps-laden cocoa, she raised a toast to herself. “Here’s to being fabulous, fearless, and unapologetically Frostina,” she declared. And with that, the sassiest fairy in Winterland settled in for a well-earned nap, dreaming of her next wild adventure.    Bring the Magic Home If Frostina's daring escapades and enchanting style inspire you, why not bring a piece of her winter magic into your life? Explore stunning products featuring Winter Enchantment on a Green Machine, available now: Tapestries to add a whimsical touch to your space. Canvas Prints for a bold and artistic centerpiece. Puzzles to piece together Frostina's sassy charm. Greeting Cards for sharing the magic with friends and loved ones. Each product is designed to capture the brash, bold, and whimsical essence of Frostina’s unforgettable adventure. Shop now and let the enchantment ride into your home!

by Bill Tiepelman

Midnight Wings in the Snow

The first snow of the year had fallen overnight, blanketing the enchanted forest in a sparkling layer of frosty magic. It was the kind of scene that poets rave about, children dream of, and Instagram influencers desperately chase. But for Lumina, the self-proclaimed queen of sass and sparkle, it was less enchanting and more of a cold, slushy nightmare. “Oh, for pixie’s sake!” she huffed, adjusting her delicate lace gloves and glaring at the snowflakes that clung stubbornly to her translucent wings. “I get it, winter. You’re fabulous. But did you really have to ruin my morning like this?” It wasn’t that Lumina hated snow. She could appreciate a good glittery aesthetic. But snow days were always a hassle. Her usual dramatic strut through the woods was now a slippery shuffle, and the chill biting at her thighs through her short green skirt was making her rethink every fashion choice she’d ever made. “Why don’t fairies get a ‘snow day’ clause in the magical contract?” she muttered, her breath puffing in the crisp air. “Where’s the union rep for this nonsense?” The Struggle is Real As she trudged along the icy forest path, her violet eyes narrowed at the frozen chaos around her. The pond where she normally admired her reflection was iced over. No glimmering surface to wink at herself? Rude. The trees, heavy with snow, sagged like they’d spent the whole night at an enchanted rave. And worst of all, her favorite mushrooms—her perch for mid-day gossip sessions—were buried under the white menace. “Honestly,” Lumina groaned, brushing snow off her shoulders. “If winter’s going to show up uninvited, the least it could do is cater.” She imagined a fairy-sized cocoa cart with marshmallows and spiked cream, perhaps served by shirtless wood sprites. Now that would make the cold worthwhile. Instead, all she had was a soggy forest, frozen toes, and a growing grudge against Mother Nature. “Do I look like the kind of fairy who enjoys hypothermia?” she called out to no one in particular. A bird overhead chirped in response, but she shooed it away. “Save it, chirpy. I’m not in the mood.” Magic Misfires Deciding that enough was enough, Lumina stopped in a clearing and planted her hands on her hips. “Alright, snow. You think you’re cute? Let’s see how you handle some fairy magic.” She raised her hands, summoning all the glittery energy she could muster. Her plan? Melt the snow with a fiery display of magical sass. But as her wings fluttered and her fingers glowed, a gust of icy wind swirled through the clearing. The spell fizzled, and instead of melting the snow, she ended up with a face full of frost. “Oh, COME ON!” Lumina shrieked, wiping the icy glitter from her cheeks. “I’m a fairy, not a snow cone!” She stomped her foot, which immediately sunk ankle-deep into the slush. “Perfect. Just perfect.” A Frosty Visitor As Lumina was about to give up and retreat to her mushroom house for the rest of the winter, she heard a soft chuckle behind her. Turning sharply, she saw a tall figure emerging from the snowy woods. It was Jack Frost himself, the ultimate winter bad boy, with his icy blue hair and a smirk that could melt glaciers—or at least annoy Lumina to no end. “Having a rough morning, are we?” Jack asked, leaning casually against a tree that instantly frosted over at his touch. “Don’t start with me, Frosty,” Lumina snapped. “Your whole winter wonderland thing is cute and all, but I’m not in the mood.” Jack laughed, his frosty breath swirling in the air. “You know, most fairies adore the snow. They dance, they sparkle, they—” “Freeze their tiny butts off?” Lumina interrupted, crossing her arms. “Sorry, Jack, but not all of us are built for sub-zero strutting.” He grinned, clearly amused. “Tell you what, princess. I’ll make you a deal. I’ll whip up a little magic to keep you warm, but you owe me a favor come spring.” Lumina raised a skeptical brow. “What kind of favor?” “Oh, nothing too big,” Jack said with a wink. “Just a tiny sprinkle of your glitter magic when I need it. Deal?” She hesitated, eyeing him suspiciously. But the cold was starting to creep into her very soul—or at least her fashionable lace gloves—and she decided to take the gamble. “Fine. But if this ‘magic’ of yours ruins my aesthetic, we’re going to have words.” The Glittery Finale Jack snapped his fingers, and a swirl of warm, sparkling air enveloped Lumina. Instantly, she felt the chill fade, replaced by a cozy glow that left her wings shimmering even more brilliantly than before. She did a quick twirl, admiring the effect. “Not bad, Frost,” she admitted grudgingly. “You might just be useful after all.” “I aim to please,” Jack said with a mock bow. “Enjoy your snow day, princess.” As he disappeared into the woods, Lumina felt a smile tug at her lips. Maybe winter wasn’t so bad after all—at least, not when you had a little extra sparkle to keep things fabulous. With her wings aglow and her sass fully restored, she set off through the snowy forest, ready to conquer the day with style. 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