par Bill Tiepelman
Winter Mischief in Stripes and Lace
Fiona Frost wasn’t your average winter spirit. No, she was the kind of mischief-maker who could ruin a snow angel competition with one perfectly placed snowball—or as she called it, “creative intervention.” And today, as the snow glistened and the icy wind whispered across the frozen forest, Fiona sat smugly in the snow, her striped stockings tucked under her boots, plotting her next bit of chaos. “Ugh, this place is dead,” she muttered, twirling a frozen twig between her fingers. Her dual-colored pigtails—pink on one side, blue on the other—were frosted with snowflakes, not that she minded. “The woodland creatures are hibernating, the humans are avoiding frostbite, and the snowmen? Don’t even get me started on those lazy lumps of ice. What’s a girl gotta do to get some fun around here?” A chirp caught her attention. Perched on a nearby branch was a tiny bird, shivering in the cold. Its wide eyes darted nervously, no doubt sensing it was in the presence of trouble. Fiona smirked, her painted lips curling mischievously. “Oh, don’t look at me like that,” she said, placing a hand on her heart, the stitched red emblem on her corset looking almost sincere. “I don’t mess with birds… usually.” The bird tilted its head. Fiona tilted hers right back, mimicking it. “Go on, then. Fly away before I decide to turn you into an ornament.” The bird chirped once more and zipped off, leaving Fiona alone again. She sighed dramatically, falling back into the snow and staring up at the sky. “The things I do for entertainment. Maybe I should start a winter prank TikTok… oh, wait, no Wi-Fi in the woods. Figures.” Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of crunching snow. Someone—or something—was approaching. Fiona sat up, her mismatched eyes narrowing. “Well, well, what do we have here?” she whispered, brushing the snow off her lace-trimmed sleeves. Out from the trees stumbled a man, bundled in a ridiculously oversized parka, the kind of outfit that screamed “I don’t belong here.” His boots were caked in snow, and his face was hidden beneath layers of scarves. Fiona couldn’t help but snicker. “Tourist,” she muttered, rising to her feet. “This is going to be fun.” The man didn’t notice her at first, too busy fumbling with his map. A map. In 2024. Fiona nearly lost it. “Excuse me!” she called, waving her gloved hand. The man looked up, startled, and stumbled backward. “Whoa! You… you startled me!” Fiona raised an eyebrow. “You’re in the middle of the woods, in a snowstorm, and you weren’t expecting to see anyone? Bold choice.” The man hesitated, his breath fogging in the cold air. “I… I think I’m lost.” “Clearly,” Fiona said, crossing her arms. “What gave it away? The fact that you’re dressed like a sentient sleeping bag or the map that’s older than you are?” The man frowned. “Look, I don’t need your attitude. I just need directions.” Fiona gasped theatrically, placing a hand over her heart. “Oh, sweetie, I’m not giving you attitude. This is just my charming personality.” The man groaned, shoving the map into his pocket. “Fine. Can you help me or not?” Fiona pretended to think, tapping her finger against her lips. “Hmm… I could help you. But where’s the fun in that?” “Fun?” the man repeated, exasperated. “I’m freezing out here! This isn’t a game!” “Isn’t it, though?” Fiona replied, her grin widening. “Life’s a game, darling, and I’m the one who makes the rules.” Before the man could protest, Fiona snapped her fingers. A gust of icy wind swirled around him, lifting him off his feet and spinning him in circles. His muffled shouts were almost drowned out by Fiona’s laughter. When the wind finally set him down, he was sitting in a perfect circle of untouched snow, his parka now covered in glitter. Fiona clapped her hands together, delighted. “Oh, that’s much better. You look fabulous, darling!” The man sputtered, brushing glitter off his sleeves. “What the… what did you do?!” “Relax, sparkle pants,” Fiona said, waving him off. “You’re fine. Just needed a little makeover.” “You’re insane,” he muttered, climbing to his feet. “I’m out of here.” “Good luck with that!” Fiona called after him. “Hope you enjoy wandering in circles!” He paused, glaring at her. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Fiona smirked, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Oh, didn’t I mention? This forest is enchanted. Unless I help you, you’re not going anywhere.” The man groaned, throwing his hands up in frustration. “Fine! What do you want?” “Hmm…” Fiona tapped her chin thoughtfully. “How about… a compliment?” “A compliment?” “Yup,” she said, twirling a strand of her hair. “Tell me I’m fabulous, and I might just let you go.” The man stared at her, his jaw clenched. Finally, he sighed. “Fine. You’re… fabulous.” Fiona beamed. “Why, thank you! See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” She snapped her fingers again, and the trees seemed to part, revealing a clear path. “There you go. Safe travels, sparkle pants!” The man didn’t wait to ask questions. He hurried down the path, muttering under his breath. Fiona watched him go, a satisfied smirk on her face. “Humans,” she said, shaking her head. “So easy to mess with.” She plopped back down in the snow, crossing her legs and gazing up at the sky. “Now, who’s next?” she wondered aloud, her grin widening. Winter was her playground, and she wasn’t done playing yet. Explore the Archive If you loved the sassy mischief and whimsical charm of Winter Mischief in Stripes and Lace, you can bring this character to life in your own space! Visit our archive to download, print, or license this artwork and explore more fantastical creations. Click here to view this image in our Fantasy Characters Gallery. 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