Snowelves [memory/story]

Past-fic. Details may be horrendously wrong. Speedwrite/speedpaint. I am also very, very fond of comments.

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Sometimes, Klaisen and his brother got along.

Heavy snow had fallen around the Crystaldawn manor, and a pale elven boy could be found frolicking within it. He had donned his grandiose hero attire (namely, his mother's cape) and fought battles against powerful snow monsters that could only be downed with his trusty sword- which, in his mind, was not made of wood at all, but of the finest Titansteel in all the land.

After an exceptionally long battle against a vicious snow-tree-dragon, he decided that a companion was in order. His brother... was not an option. Klaisen knew very well that Celevrodil would be in the house library, reading. What a silly thing to do when there were enemies to slay in this frosty tundra! The little boy tutted and ran off in search of the cat. No great warrior could be great without a mighty steed.

He searched here and there with no success. But wait, what was that in the distance? He ran for the white lump by the back of the shed, but... he discovered it was just a lump of snow.

Little Klaisen had an idea.

Mere moments later, a very large lump of snow the same height as the maker was slowly making its way across the vast backyard. The young elf stopped to admire his work before jabbing twigs into the sides as makeshift arms before he began working on the obese snowball's head. Standing on his tiptoes, he plopped the head on top and pushed rocks in for a beautiful face. He stopped again. It was... missing something...

Ah hah!

He stuck twigs in the top of the head for ears. A mighty elf hero could only have another elf as a companion, obviously. Now, it just needed one more thing. Klaisen looked around to make sure his snowelf would be safe from harm before he darted back into the manor.

The youth ran into his mother's room and yanked another cape out from under the bed. This cape had clearly seen some use, like the one he was wearing. He hugged it close and bundled it up for safe carrying back to the soon-to-be wearer.

His ungraceful stomping through the building did not go without notice.

As the mighty hero was putting the cape on his sidekick, a voice drolled from nearby.

“You know, Mother's going to be so pissed at you when she gets back.”

The younger elf simply scoffed without even looking to the source, far too busy fastening the cape to the snowelf. “No she won't! She's right here.”

The source of the voice was none other than Celevrodil, who loomed over his little brother and the “snowmother.” He scowled- an expression that did not seem foreign to his features in the least. “That,” the older elf motions to the snowelf, “is not Mother. That is an ugly pile of snow.”

Klaisen looked absolutely offended and wrapped his arms around the mass of snow as best he could. “Don't talk about Mother like that! Mother, Levvy's been possessed by the Snow King! We have to save him!”

Celevrodil huffed a loud sigh, hanging his head dramatically. “You're hopele- agh!” A snowball pelted him right in the head! He fell back on his ass in surprise while his brother giggled. In spite of himself, he laughed too. And then he threw a snowball right back at Klaisen, who ducked behind the snowelf for cover. The battle to defeat the Snow King continued until it finally grew dark, accompanied by laughs and smiles from both parties.

Sometimes, Klaisen and Celevrodil got along.

Sometimes.