por 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. 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