New.
A few snowflakes fell outside, and the largest of them hung on the edge of one flowerbox. The snowflake grew bigger and bigger, till at last it became an entire woman. She was clothed in the finest white gauze, which looked like it had been made from millions of starry flakes. She was exquisite but she was ice - dazzling, flashing ice - even though she was alive. Her eyes shone like two bright stars, but there was no peace or rest in them.