#frozenstan

“STOP IT! YOU’RE TICKLING ME!”

I squealed in protest as the wind swirled around me, twirling me off my feet. Gale, the Wind Spirit, seemed particularly, well, spirited this morning, tossing me playfully toward the sky, then catching me in a soft cushion of air as I fell  back to the earth. My stomach dipped and rolled with each up and down motion as I tried to wrestle my way back to the ground. But I didn’t put up too  much of a fight. After all, this was the closest I, a human girl, could come to flying.

And who didn’t want to fly?

“Where have you gone to, Iduna?” Yelana’s voice cut through the  forest.  “Come back here and finish your knitting!”

Uh-oh.  

Gale  dropped me unceremoniously onto my butt, swirling away quickly to hide behind a nearby oak. The Wind Spirit knew better than to mess with Yelana when she came calling. I groaned and rolled my eyes as I scrambled to my feet.

“Coward,” I scolded.

Gale swept up a small pile of leaves, creating an overly exaggerated  Yelana-shaped leaf monster, complete with scolding finger. I couldn’t help a small laugh. “Yes, yes, I know. She’s can be scary. But still! You’re the Wind Spirit!”

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