it’s a candle-lit scenario; you give them your heart under a lit up street lamp: tucked up tight in warm light with the cold dark surrounding. and the spotlight is made bold by the Vivian Girls. Dancing and Dancing; laces streaming in the winds and pure white snow begin to fall. outside the wall, a dark war rages on. the girls too blinded by the snow can’t see, oh no oh my, it’s their demise. Snowball Fights and Eskimo Kisses won’t defeat their enemy, but they know hope and that in their rooms they will be queens. 7 girls with crowns on their heads and velvet against their skin. Suddenly an ash fills their lungs. Snowballs aren’t dirtying their dresses anymore. Black soot balls, pow pow pow! hit their pastel clothes. And suddenly! they’re gone. Behind window panes where you might see a slight glimmer as they bend their heads down. What a gesture!