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    Illustrations with stories by Sandra Hultsved.
Illustrations with stories
My collected stories & illustrations. Please take your time to read their stories as well.
Eternal Winter
She is white as snow and cold as ice. She hasn’t always been like this though,
no not at all. Long ago, many ages from now, she was like any kind of young girl.
She had a warm loving heart and she loved to stroll around in the forest,
just because it was so beautiful. There was only in the forest she felt safe and free.
Down in the village where she lived, no one hardly ever noticed her at all
and she didn’t eventry to draw attention to herself.
It was in the forest she enjoyed being, so she didn’t care so much
about anything else that went on.
Although there was one person who she had for long admired. 

But only furtively, because she didn’t dare to show him or tell him how she felt,
she didn’t know how. She could only dream about how it would be if,
contrary to all expectations, he would become hers.

Ever until that day, when her dream became a nightmare. 

She saw his hand attached to someone else’s, then their lips touched.
In that very second, she felt like if the entire sky fell right down on her.
Crashed down! She gasped for her breath and then she just froze. 
Her heart broke.
Why could she not have let him know how she felt, or at least tried to.
Never ever would she be able to love someone again. Never! 

A wrath of regret and grief grew inside of her.
If she wouldn’t get to experience true love then no one else would too.
With an icy gaze, she went forward to the person,
who for only a few seconds ago was the love of her life.
The most perfect person in her eyes.
Without a sound she took his hand in hers and saw how he slowly 
froze to ice.
From his warm loving heart, the blood was freezing out in 
every vessel.
The cold also reached in to the other hand which he hold on to.
Then as silently and cold as she had gotten there,
she let go of the frozen body and walked away.

She went up to the forest, where she feel safe.
She went past a rosebush with red roses and she went
right up to them. Just starred at the 
passionate red color,
she reached out her cold hand and touched 
the roses petals.
They turned all white with frost. After that day she live in the forest,
if you can call her living anymore.
She strolls around 
like a lost soul in the forest and freeze
everything with love 
and happiness into ice.

The end.
Love Escape
Once upon a time there was a little girl,
she had a big warm heart and was liked by everyone.
But there was something about her people did not know,
she was afraid to fall in love. Every time someone came her too close,
she would run away. Too scared of being hurt,
she thought that was the best thing to do.

Years past by, while flowers fade, leaves fall and snow melts.
Suddenly one early spring day she found her prince.
She fell in love with him. She could not help it.
Never the less she was too scared to show him how she really felt.
Every time he came around, she felt very shy and wanted to hide.
And all these sparkling feelings inside of her, that no one will ever know
and she will never show how much she adored him.

In misery and love she now lived
and decided to get rid of all this feelings inside of her.
Because she knew she would only get hurt in the end anyway.
She ran away, ran to the forest behind the Twilight-mountains.
And beneath a big old tree she fell down in tears.

She mourned the love she will never have.
If only she had seen all the keen glances he had given her.
She regretted the feelings she had for him.
Why could she not understand he was feeling the same way about her.
She is heart broken, because she feared of being hurt.
But what she did not know was, that he would never hurt her.

”One cut and it will not hurt anymore.
One cut and I will not feel anymore.
One cut and it will all be over…”

She cut out her heart and buried it in the ground
under a big stone beneath the tree.
“Now I can not get hurt anymore.”

The end.
Longing for soothing fall

The roaring of the water covers my ears.
Soothing, numbing, tempting, seductive.
It will embrace my body, make me light as a feather.
To suddenly not feel anything at all.
The cold water drops are calling on me,
come closer to the edge.
I'm crawling, shivering, wanting, reaching.
The ballerinadoll dancer
The ballerina dancer is empty inside, she sure is pretty as a doll,
but she has no feelings anymore. But long, long ago she did.
She was kind and loved everybody,
but when she never got any love back, she got hurt.
A big cloud of dark sorrow filled her heart and mind.
To get rid of these feelings she started dancing.
She danced and danced! She had a real talent.
She grew such talent, her dance was irresistible.
Everyone now loved to see her dance.
But they didn't know, that she used her dance
to revenge on all the people who haven't loved her before.
Everyone who saw her dance got filled with her sorrow.
They would feel unloved and unhappy, just like she did.
That is why she is now empty inside, but she still dances.
And still everyone who see her dance,
will be filled with her sorrow.
You can recognize her not only on her wonderful dance,
but also on the skirt she wears, it is all torn up from the dancing.
Her ballerina shoes as well, they are broken and covered in blood.
Her face is doll-like, but if you look closely, in to her eyes,
you can see they are dark and filled with melancholy.
The ghost of Ofelia
She came towards me up from the water,
as I stood under the willow tree near the broke.
The branches were heavy with leaves that blew in the wind
and they veiled my sight from her. It was not until she had come closer
under the willows branches, that I could see her face and eyes.

I shivered as I met her stare, because her eyes was doll like and cold,
yet with a fragile and melancholy look. I was immediately captured by her look
and although she frightened me, I was fond of her beauty.
Her skin was pale and her red hair was wet and tangled, but with natural waves.
On her head she had a garland of flowers and the colors of the flowers looked
vibrant towards her otherwise so pale look and long white dress.
–"I'm Ofelia", she said with a delicate voice, when she stood right in front of me.
Then she lift up her hand towards the neck and showed methe pendant
that she carried around her neck. There was an image
in the middle that portrayed a man.
–"This is my love", she said looking down at the pendant sorrowfully.
–"Although he was the one putting me down here...", she paused.
I stood there silently waiting for her to continue.
Then she looked up at me again, with a gaze so deep and dark,
I could not move or say a word. It was like my whole body had numbed.
But I could feel her pain through her eyes.

–"Please help me", she said with an even more fragile voice than before.
Then it was like she was drawn back to the broke, into the water again.
I followed to the edge of the bank and saw as her white dress
disappeared drowning into the dark muddy water.