At a click of his finger, rain could be snow.
At a tap of his cane, rivers would be ice.
At a nod of his head, the air could get chilly.
The winter king holds a special power, one that no one else possesses.
He can tame polar bears and wild lynx.
He can turn liquids into solids, and what is toasty warm into icy cold.
He can even make statues, though only from frozen water.
When he glides effortlessly on ice, a frosty trail appears behind him, bending and curving with the graceful movements of his feet.
When he has turned another town into a winter wonderland, a click of his heels and off he’s gone to the next city.
Surely this is the best kind of magic.
New South Wales, 2020