Ice: 50 words

I promised Bekah Shambrook I would enter her contest, so here it is. Telling a story in 50 words is much harder than you'd think - you ought to try it.

He was not coming.

A distant, watery sun traced the sky, beyond the cobweb beaded with tiny crystals.

She sat, breath puffing in the sharp-spun air. The melt down her face was the only trace of tears.

The Ice Queen sat and waited for a spring that would never come.