She was accounted a sorceress even amongst the ice giants, able to not merely call the storm, but become one with it, flying free.
The king feared her power, and ordered her imprisoned. He had his Stormcallers bring down her clouds, and his canny smiths forge chains to bind her to the earth.
That winter, no snow fell on the mountain, and the callers could not bring so much as a cloud to the sky.
In his mercy, the king set her free. She rose into the air and disappeared. The blizzard left in her wake buried the king's palace.
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Everyday DrabblesShort Story
A drabble is a very short story one hundred words long. No more, no less. They are designed for maximum impact in the least amount of space. For 2019, I'll be posting a drabble every day.