Little Ianto stared in wonder at the frost making pretty patterns on the windowpanes. Coming up behind him, his mother wrapped her arms around him in a warm hug.
“That’s the work of elves you know,” she told him. “On winter nights they come and spin lace out of ice crystals to decorate the world and make everything beautiful.”
“Why do they only do it in winter?” Ianto asked.
“Because the rest of the year, the world is beautiful enough.”
Ianto smiled to himself. He knew better now, but frost on the windows would always remind him of his mother.