Thank you all
for yesterday’s comments on G is for Gnarl. I continue the A-Z today with;
H is for Hoarfrosts
[Author’s
note: Sorry for the lateness of this post. Once again, I came up with an idea
when planning the A-Z that didn’t fit when I came to the actual writing, which
is one of the reasons I’m just getting this up now.]
Hoarfrosts
derive their name from the white ice crystals, loosely deposited on the ground
or exposed objects, which form on cold clear nights when heat is lost into the
open sky causing objects to become colder than the surrounding air.
Art by Bethesda Game Studios concept artist Ray Lederer |
Like
the Spriggan that resides in forests, Hoarfrosts, are spirits of nature in the
form of ice wraiths. Found frequently in the Alps, Himalayas and other mountain
ranges – and in the company of Yetis - they often take on the appearance of beautiful
women to seduce unsuspecting travellers.
Their
presence is announced by unseasonal cold temperatures, and the appearance of
frost and ice on the ground, even in areas it would not normally be found; such
as in doors.
Working
together with Yetis, they freeze victims for the abominable snowmen to feed
upon, and then feast on the remaining blood.
Cases
of Hoarfrosts in warmer countries are rare, and usually only occur when spirits
travel with Yetis or their remains.
The following in an Ancile Scientist’s
account of an encounter with a hoarfrost.
Narrated and transcribed by: Bethany
Mayweather, West Midlands Unit Scientist, July 31st, 2010.
I wake up in the
middle of the night suddenly freezing cold, which is odd given its almost
August. I reach for the covers I’ve kicked off, but even once they’re pulled
over me, I’m still shivering.
Clambering out of
bed carefully, I pad across the barracks towards Sarah’s bunk to see if she’s
awake and has sensed anything out of the ordinary.
When I find her,
she’s sitting bolt upright in bed, her hazel eyes wide and searching. She puts
a finger to her lips when she sees me.
“Something doesn’t
smell right,” she whispers. “Wake the others.”
Tip-toeing
carefully I visit the beds of Bernard, Sol and Mike first; rousing them and
alerting them to the change in temperature. Then I wake Graham and finally Mum.
When we’re all out
of bed, Bernard calls a meeting in the briefing room.
“Mike, are you sure
you properly disposed of the remains from that yeti, like you were told to?”
“Yes, Boss. Burnt
it like you said.”
A few days earlier
we’d been clearing out the scientific stores at the Ancile base; disposing of
anything that no longer needed keeping for our records. Among the things being discarded
were the remains of a yeti that had been sent down from the Scottish HQ ten
years ago for Graham to study. As the sample was no longer needed, Bernard had
Mike burn the remains to save room in the freezer.
Under Bernard’s
orders, Me, Graham and Mum retreated to Mum’s library; the furthest location in
the base, while he and the others did an armed sweep of the perimeter to see
what had caused the unseasonal chill.
Locked in Mum’s
study, she got out the biscuits and made a pot of tea for me, her and Graham.
I was just starting
to warm up when I heard a strange noise, like the tinkling of broken glass. I
stepped out of the study and edged towards the lab, concerned one of the sample
jars could have fallen and smashed.
As I got closer to
the laboratory, the coldness intensified, as did the strange sound. Looking all
around me, I saw a light sheen of frost coating every surface.
“Mum, Graham,” I
called. “Come quick.”
They rushed into
the lab, and as Mum skidded to a halt on the ice floor she cried, “Quick,
Bethany, get out of there. It’s a hoarfrost.”
For a moment I wasn’t
sure what she meant. Was she referring to radiation frost that’s caused when objects
become colder than the surrounding air? Before I had chance to question what
she meant, something shimmered into existence besides me.
At first glance, it
looked almost like a Banshee, but was incorporeal and wraith-like. The female
figure turned to me with icy, unnatural blue eyes, and I both felt and saw the
frost on the ground spread across the floor from her to me.
The white ice
crystals crept up my legs, turning them to blocks of ice and holding me to the
spot. I could feel my body temperature lowering, and my heart rate slowing.
I was past the
point of shivering now, as my fingers turned blue and I could feel the ice
forming on my nose and lips. I looked desperately at Mum and Graham, not
understanding why they hadn’t helped me, and saw the reason.
A wall of ice had
formed, cutting the lab off from the corridor that led to mum’s study and they
were trapped on the other side.
Mum hammered
helplessly on the ice, but no amount of force she applied could break it. This
was prenatural ice.
Slowly the figure
advanced on me, and I couldn’t tear my gaze away from it, as it pinned me in
place with its icy blue eyes. My whole body was frozen now, and my breathing
shallow. I knew I didn’t have long to live.
“Come with me
child,” it whispered its voice cold inside my mind.
I was powerless to
resist, my eyelids drooping shut, when something smashed through the door.
Sol shoulder barged
through, followed by Mike, Bernard and Sarah. All three were brandishing beams
of wood that’d been set on fire. The waved it at the figure, pushing the flames
right up against her and the room exploded with warmth and a shrill cry.
Before I knew what
was happening, the room was back to normal, though there was a huge puddle of
water at my feet.
Shaking, I
collapsed to the ground, and Mum rushed forwards, covering me in a thick
blanket and trusts a cup of tea into my hands.
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Potter.
This was a wonderful bit of fiction. And I love the idea of the hoarfrosts with the ice wraiths.
ReplyDeleteThank you Mary, glad you enjoyed it. :D
DeleteNow this is a scary one. "Chilling", to say the least! Great job with the story!
ReplyDeleteChilling indeed! LOL Glad you enjoyed it, Nick! :D
DeleteA scary entity, but such a beautiful creature too. Nice story - thanks for sharing. -Belinda [A - Z participant; today I talked about Humor and tomorrow it'll be Irony - please stop by some time.]
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping in, Belinda! Glad you enjoyed the story.
DeleteHow does one pronounce "hoarfrost"?
ReplyDeleteAnyhoo, nice work! :)
To rhyme with boar, according to Wiktionary. http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/hoar#English
DeleteThanks Carrie, glad you liked it. :D
Good thing those three showed up. Very dark yet informative post.
ReplyDeleteThanks Sheena-kay, glad you enjoyed it! Yeah, the others showed up just in time! ;)
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Thank you, Kellie, glad you enjoyed the post. :D
DeleteReally new and super interesting concept- hoar frosts. I could feel the cold creeping up on me the whole time I was reading this. I love the way you described it.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Jen, glad you liked it. The word actually describes a real type of frost. I first heard it in Game of Thrones, and have been dying to use it. Because it's me, it turned into something sinister! LOL
DeleteThis is really original! Great imagery too.
ReplyDeleteI love the idea of Hoarfrosts, especially that the ground freezes over when they're around! :)
ReplyDeleteThanks, glad you enjoyed it, Laura! :D
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