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Chapter 5: The Snow Demon

Penulis: Allister Nelson
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2021-09-26 08:21:36

Morozko reached into his pocket and withdrew a cigarette.  He spat sparks onto its end and took a contemplative drag.  The moon cut a sliver in the star-pricked sky.  Morozko watched as silver vila militias flew on high, heralding a storm.

“Great, it is going to blizzard,” Morozko said, coming to a rickety bridge.  He peered at his reflection in the moonlight and cast his cigarette into the water.  His image rippled: white hair braided back, youthful faced, with a proud point to his ears like all nechist.

What was Morozko doing, carrying Baba Yaga's bundle like some errand boy?  He was keeper of Tsar Dmitri's inn between realms.  Sure, he was the inn’s grocery boy, but this was a bit too degrading.  What in thrice nine kingdoms was he doing babysitting?  Morozko looked into the water, with half a mind to drop Anya in.  Giving her to Dmitri would be like sealing his fate as Ded Moroz’s heir.  He would become a glorified present deliverer to grubby children throughout the whole Soviet Union.

The stream's surface stirred.  A curtain of hair pooled below.  Morozko walked away, banishing all thoughts of leaving the girl behind.  “Not with that crazy fish.”

“Kolya?”  Elizaveta emerged from the stream.  The rusalka's flesh shone fish-silver in the darkness.  Her wet hair froze.  “What did you bring me?”

Elizaveta, Morozko thought.  Sweet girl but completely clueless.  Too kind for the seductress rusalka, she had sought haven in Dmitri’s kitchen years ago.  Now Elizaveta was content to sing her pond weed songs while roasting fowl over a fire.  She had never so much as drowned a single peasant or taken a vodyanoi merman to bed, though there were many rowdy vodyanoi that fancied the airheaded rusalka.  In fact, she had probably been dented on the head at death.  What else would explain her vapid kindness?  She had drowned herself over a sailor like Lorelei, but that was many years ago.  Now she only loved her baking and her cleaning and her ragtag nechist family.

“Kolya, you are staring at me like I am a ghost.  What are you carrying?” Elizaveta repeated.

“Nothing, loon-wife.”  Morozko backed away.  He tripped on a root and fell to the ground, rolling so that he did not hurt Anya.

Anya awoke, crying out.

Elizaveta froze.  “Is that a human?” She touched her midriff.  "Rusalka are barren.  But now I can finally have a daughter.  Oh Kolya, you should never have!  Whatever will Dmitri think?”

“Morena’s frost, no!  This is Baba Yaga's brat.  Why would I give her to you?”

Elizaveta narrowed her eyes.  “Why did not babushka eat her?”

Morozko sighed, smoothing his coat.  He rocked Anya.  “Quiet, mooncalf."  Morozko turned to Elizaveta.  “The hag has gone demented, that is why.  She wants us to raise Anya.  As if Dmitri would have any use for a girl not yet out of diapers.”

Elizaveta’s eyes swirled.  “Anya, eh?  How mysterious.”

Morozko shrugged.  “She is an orphan I would guess, from anywhere.  There is not a country babushka does not raid children from.  From what I can tell, Baba Yaga thinks it is all a grand prank: a human raised by spirits.  I cannot see Dima liking this.”

“Dima can suck a mushroom.  He can turn as small as one, anyhow.  Leshys have such a strange magic.  Oh, mooncalf, you poor little lost girl!” Elizaveta said, making to hold Anya. 

Morozko backed away.  “Chernobog's black heart, you have pond scum for brains swimming around in your fishy head!  Mooncalf isn't her name.  She is Anya, and she is mine.  She will make a nice decoration.  I think I will place her in a cage on my dresser.  You can clean out the poop.”

“But you wanted to eat her.”

“I changed my mind.”

“Let me just hold her!”

Morozko relented.

Elizaveta glowed, cradling Anya and tucking her deep into her swaddling.  “Oh sweet child,” Elizaveta crooned.  “Little Annushka.  You are sweet as a fish's tail, more darling than pondweed.  I love you already like a new mother her dearest child.”

Morozko rolled his eyes.

Elizaveta kissed Anya's cheek, but paused and wrinkled her nose.

“Her mouth smells like fern flower juice.” Elizaveta glared at Morozko.  “What the hell did you do?  Did you give a human girl an alcoholic mixer?”

Morozko looked at a tree.  He began to whistle.

“Kolya!”

“Fine.  I fed her witch’s brew.  She was hungry!”

Elizaveta's eyes widened.  “Idiot!  How could you hurt such an innocent child?  Have you no heart?”

“You know for a fact that I do not.  I am all steam and fire.”  Morozko scoffed.  “Pfft.  Anyways.  Witch’s brew will strengthen her.  It is a harsh world that Anya will live in.  Better to drink up now rather than later when the decades have beaten weariness into her puny human bones.”

“You know how that magic works!  Whatever nechist feeds a human fern flower juice marks them as their own, just as lovers on Ivan Kupalo mark their union by mixing fern flower nectar.  She is bound to you now through raging blizzard and bone-melt summer suns.  Oh Kolya, what have you done?”

“I am only counteracting Baba Yaga's claim!  The hag cannot have her all to herself.  Anya belongs to us all,” Morozko said, stubborn.

The howling of wolves silenced them.  They shared a furtive look.

Morozko stiffened.  “Curse it, it is Dima,” he said.  “Quick, hand her to me.”

The blizzard intensified, snow like a slaver's whip.  The vila were skirmishing over territory, Dmitri’s battalion waging icy war against Tsar Vladimir the Bent, Dmitri’s jealous brother to the North’s ragtag forces.  Their icy arrows and frosty spears and icicle swords brought the fury of nature down upon Buyan.  Morozko tucked Anya into his coat and let steam pour from his skin, ridding her of the cold.  Maybe she would look better on his desk.  He could teach her to sing like a songbird and dress her up in exotic outfits like a dancing monkey perhaps.  Humans could not be that hard to teach tricks.

The vila forces moved their enemies to the left, clearing the sky.  But in their absence the woods stirred.  A flurry of animals - foxes, caribou, bears - spiraled out from the birch.  In the distance a great figure, tall as the tallest fir, moved across the land.  He oversaw his flock of beasts.  It was Dmitri, the leshy lord of the forest.

He sang a lilting melody, his dinner plate eyes like clover.  The leshy's great antlers were rimed with frost.  The leaves in his green-gold hair formed a halo in the buffeting wind.  Birds nested in his beard, and his bluish skin was like water.  He carried a cudgel, signifying his sovereignty over beasts.

Dmitri paused in his song, eyes zeroing in on Morozko.  The wolves that thronged round Dmitri's ankles let out plaintive cries.

Their howls froze Morozko's bubbling marrow.  The last thing he wanted to deal with was Dmitri's wrath.

Steeling himself, Morozko called out to his tsar: “Dima, get your head out of the clouds and come home with us.  There is fresh blini with caviar waiting and medovukha if you are so inclined.”

Dmitri's pupils dilated.  “I need vodka to warm my sap,” he grunted.  With great strides he approached, shrinking all the while until he was the size of a burly man.  Dmitri buried his hand in the mane of a white wolf.  He spread his other arm wide in welcome.  “Kolya.  Liza.  Kinder faces never graced Mother Mokosh's earth.”  His voice was like the mountains.  “What tricks have you two been up to?”

Elizaveta glanced at Morozko.  “Help.  This is your fault!” she mouthed.

Dmitri's nostrils flared.  “A human girl?” he said, cheer gone.  In a bolt of lightning he was at Morozko's side.  “I smell a child on you, son.”  The tsar lifted Morozko's coat and saw Anya hidden within the thick white furs.

Dmitri’s eyes were cold emeralds.  “I told you to never bring mortals to my realm again,” he said.  Dmitri kneaded his brow. “I know that you have a taste for humans - that banniks delight in trespassing souls - but this is inexcusable.  I pardon your unappetizing habits on Earth, but this is the realm of nechist, our home.  Her kind does not belong here, not any longer.  The girl cannot be your plaything.  Return her at once to whatever hole you fished her from.”

“I would,” Morozko said through gritted teeth, “except that Baba Yaga dropped her into my arms like a demented stork.  She is meant as a present to you for whatever idiot reason babushka has.  I swear that hag is senile!”

“What?” Dmitri breathed.

“Babushka wants us to raise her,” Morozko muttered.  “She would at least make a cute decoration.”

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    Elizaveta waited with bated breath for Dmitri's decision. “I could feed her, Dima. I am sure she is so small she could survive off kitchen scraps and my milk.”“Curse that witch.” Dmitri appraised Anya then sighed, weighing his cudgel in his hands.A wolf whined, wanting to be petted. Dmitri obliged. “I guess we should keep her then, or we will invoke babushka’s black magick. What Baba Yaga wants with this child I cannot imagine.”“Oh Dima,” Elizaveta said, embracing Dmitri. “Do not worry. I will braid fern flowers into her hair on Ivan Kupalo and love Anya with all my gills. I will keep her out of your way. It will be like she does not exist.”“No,” Dmitri said. “She is our child now. I will treat Anya as I would any child of my forests. Bring her here. I will bless her with the spirit of

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  • Jack Frost's Bride   Chapter 7: A Baby Arrives

    The nechist family sat round the kitchen table next morning. A bright storm-born dawn painted frosting on the snow outside the large bay window.Iosif gazed into his bowl of salted kasha, stirring it with a furred hand. He looked into the cereal as if divining portents from entrails. Witches used organs to tell the future, domovois used cereal. Beside him Dmitri read a newspaper, chuckling occasionally. Elizaveta rocked Anya, singing a song about drowned kisses and sailors lost in Siberian fjords.“Do not coddle her, Liza,” Morozko said. “She was the devil last night, keeping me up with her wailing. I had to change her not once but twice." He indicated the improvised cloth diaper torn from Morozko’s shirts that Anya wore beneath her blankets.Elizaveta's fish-snout flared. She smoothed her sarafan. “Anya is an angel, and you are too stupid to realize it

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  • Jack Frost's Bride   Chapter 8: Darker Reflection

    Anya continued, pointing at the leshy. “Da?”Dmitri paled beneath his bluish skin. “Did she just call mefather?”“Da da doo da.”“Sweet Mokosh, I need a drink,” Dmitri said. He rubbed his temple. “I have never had a child before. Sure, I have imagined what it would be like, but… but… oh, just look at her. She is irresistible. I have never stolen a human like Vladimir does his wood wives but now I know why. They are too precious to bear!”“We have no mortal mistress,” Iosif said, his voice hallowed. “She is a witch, an enchantress, a Circe or Medea, but encapsulated in a miniature form.”“I doubt she is a witch, just precocious,” Morozko snorted, smoothing Anya’s damp bark curls.“Ozya!” Anya cried. She continued to babble, toying with Morozko

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  • Jack Frost's Bride   Chapter 9: Little Witchling

    Morozko peered at it too. Its surface was smooth as water, reflecting Anya's chubby face. He picked it up.Instead of his visage in the mercury, he saw Anya giggling. Morozko traced the gold filigree on the edge, his lips forming an O of surprise.“It is enchanted?” Morozko turned the mirror in his hands. “I would expect no less from you, babushka. Even your mirrors have devious uses.”“Of course,” Baba Yaga clucked. “This is so your wayward family can watch over Anya when she is off wandering like witches do. I have a personal investment in her, so make sure you keep her safe, leshy who calls himself tsar. And you especially – wayward prince after my own heart.” Baba Yaga took Anya into her wizened arms. “Oh, little bird, what I have in store for you! You would never guess if my hounds were at your throat and you needed the answer

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  • Jack Frost's Bride   Chapter 10: A Soul to Keep

    If there was a curse upon Anya, it seemed to work in reverse. The more she grew, the more her adoptive family fell in love with the preternatural child. Elizaveta carried her in a sling on her back, twirling around with a mop as she sung lullabies to the child who burbled along like a songbird. Liliya had to be dissuaded by Dmitri from beginning training the small girl on bow and arrow. She could not yet walk, just play with blocks and crawl around the inn like a missile headed straight for disaster. Iosif was never not slipping Anya freshly pared fruit slices or spoonful’s of apple sauce. And Morozko? He played and played with her, tucking her in each night as he sang a glimmering winter lullaby.Frost's kiss on the ground melted. Dmitri began taking Anya on his sojourns through the woods as the weather warmed. Seasons turned as Mother Mokosh woke from her winter hibernation at the base of the Tree of Life. Dm

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    Dmitri chuckled, the ivy on his antlers bristling with green shoots. “For once you want a soul to stay put and have no desire to hang it from your rafters, my son,” Dmitri observed. “It seems you have had a change of heart for once. You have even been avoiding bars as of late. I cannot remember your last bender. Not even your last frolic with a vila or that rusalka with the bad teeth but rather… well, busty assets. Ahem…”“Yum!” Anya approved. Morozko spooned apple sauce into her rosy mouth.“I have all the souls I need,” Morozko said, distant. “My banya could not be lighter if I set it aflame. As for the girls and the booze, that would not be a good example for Annushka. I feel like this girl is judging me with her raskovnik eyes, unlocking my every sin. I see why you and Osya compare her to plants so much,” Morozko referred to th

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    Baba Yaga had insisted on familiarizing Anya's guardians with her homeland. Nechist naturally knew human languages, so speaking English was never a problem, but the cultural divide still existed. Americans seemed too loud for Morozko's taste. He also hated the specific breed of literati that populated the D.C. metropolis, reciting poet’s pamphlets as they walked headfirst into grimy alley walls. He could never tell the difference between them and the homeless – anyways, Baba Yaga could pass for a bag lady. A bloodthirsty one, at least.Den' parked at a nondescript family-owned mom and pop store. Morozko caught sight of himself in the store’s window, glamoured so he blended in with the humans. His nechist features were softened, his fangs gone. Still, Morozko was too vain to rid himself of his white-gold hair, just like his mother's. At least his skin wasn’t blue and iced in snow fractal tattoos.

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    Den' awaited Morozko in the parking lot beyond. The horse-turned-car drove pell mell back to Baba Yaga's. Baba Yaga was in a rocking chair, smoking a pipe as the moon sailed past. The smoke formed wisps of worms and inched off into the horizon slowly.Den' shifted into a mare and stooped low so Morozko could dismount.Baba Yaga wrinkled her nose, spotting the red on his teeth. “I can smell the delicious sweat, blood, and soul of a human on you. A hapless young woman, as usual?”Morozko shrugged, taking the groceries from the horse's back onto his shoulder. “I have my dalliances, just like you. Banniks always love souls, after all.”“Pah. My dalliances are more of the eating limbs and bone variety, not easy seductions of boring mortal maidens. You kept me waiting, boy! My hut is not just a door you can stroll through at your own leisure. This place is the watcht

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    The problem with gods is that often, they like to stay hidden. And the most sacred place in all Buyan, the World Tree, where Perun nested in the branches and Veles snaked round the roots, was not really a tree, but a woman.Mother Mokosh, whose name Russian peasants centuries ago would swear on by taking dirt into their mouths – Mokosh’s body - and spitting it out, like the Greeks making an oath on the River Styx, echoed a tradition that may as well have been Neolithic.To swear on Mother Mokosh was to swear on the vitality of the land, summoning the very magic that bound Buyan together. But that magic was failing, reckless, with vines choking forests, greenery growing like mad beyond even the leshys’ control. Dmitri’s forest was nearly unnavigable, and the tsar went out each day, pruning and plucking, trying to put a stopper on the wilderness.Anya and Morozko stowed what little they had in the oversized bac

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    “I missed you too. You do not, um, mind that I look like this now, do you? I thought, in order to save you, that I had to become something else. Someone I am not.”Anya avoided stepping on a mushroom. “Well, your skin is cold, but you are still you. You put on Ded Moroz’s crown for me. If you can accept me as I am now, as a – as Bilobog, or whatever, then I can still love you.”Morozko stopped, taking both of her hands into his. “Anya, I would not care if you became a hag. I would still adore you. Remember? I am your sidekick. All I want is your happiness.”Anya leaned into him. “Thanks, Kolya. You mean the world to me, too.”Their lips met.Aym coughed up a hairball. It landed square on Morozko’s cheek, interrupting their kiss. Aym purred with laughter as Morozko wiped the matted fur from his f

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    Morozko could barely see through the fury of the storm. Lightning split an amethyst birch in two, setting the jewel tree aflame. From behind the fallen tree slunk an orange tabby. “It is about time that you arrived,” purred Aym. Morozko stopped in his tracks. “Pus in boots? How the hell did you get here?” Aym laughed. “I have my ways. You look rather blue – sadness at my mistress’s disappearance must have taken a toll on you. I would say that you are practically frozen in sorrow.” Ivan rounded a corner on Greyback. His eyes gaped wide. “Something has changed,” he breathed. “I can feel it in my soul, now bound to another master. Actually, no – mistress? A – a goddess? But how?” Aym wove in between Greyback’s legs, purring. “You wouldn’t happen to have any cream, would you, bud? The deathless lands have lackluster food, and that’s an understatement.”

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    Morozko and Ivan did not encounter any other ghosts. Morozko suspected Maria Morevna held her spectral sisters at bay, already having claimed Ivan as her own. He wondered if Ivan’s deaths each night at Maria’s hands was the tithe they were paying to enter the deathless lands, for everything here had a price. Food was scarce, game nearly nonexistent, and they often went hungry.The morning of the summer solstice came, and they arrived at a steep rim of mountains that ringed the deathless lands. A great lair of a cave lay atop the tallest mountains: the domain of Zmei Gorynych.Greyback made quick work of the scree with Ivan on his back, and Morozko rose as a winter storm to the mountain’s peak. Still, the summit was tall, and it took them half a day to scale it. In the interim, the sun sang her solstice song, luring Zmei out of his cave. The dragon took wing and courted his celestial love with a radiant d

  • Jack Frost's Bride   Chapter 43: Even Gods Can Be Killed

    Ivan Tsarevich and Morozko trekked farther each day. Ivan told Morozko of the legions of cherti that guarded the deathless lands, of the women who had crumbled to dust upon trying to leave Kashchei’s kingdom. Their spirits haunted the thick black forests bordering the area. So many maidens that had been spirited away over the centuries now lingered there. Bodiless, they roamed the wilderness, leading travelers astray to try and suck the life out of them. There were packs of vucari, Greyback’s people, who would as likely help a traveler as eat them. Finally, there was Zmei Gorynych, the fearsome three-headed dragon who guarded the portal to the deathless lands.“Zmei leaves his cave once a year, on the summer solstice,” Ivan said as he turned hares over a spit for their dinner. “A being of fire, Zmei cannot resist the call of the sun. He flies as close as he can to her, fancying the star his lover, a

  • Jack Frost's Bride   Chapter 42: Ivan Tsarevich

    Morozko was on the shadow-side of Saint Petersburg, in Buyan’s reflection of the metropolis. He rode the train aimlessly, smoking cigarette after cigarette. All of his searching had turned up ash. Dirt. Nothing. There was no sign of where Kosti had disappeared to, and the fear of what had happened to Anya was a bird freezing in its cage in his snowy ribs, where his heart would have been, if Anya was in his arms. Instead, she had flown away, because he had been foolish enough to make his wish on a firebird girl.Morozko caught his reflection in the dark window. There were his lips, a dark blue, and his cheeks sunken in like a junkie’s. His hair was hardened with ice. He could barely smoke cigarettes now: the cold of his mouth put them out. He cursed his new form under his breath.Morozko touched the window’s glass and traced Anya’s face in the oily smudge. Just her eyes, really, a

  • Jack Frost's Bride   Chapter 41: Lion in a Cage

    Anya sank onto the bed, head in her hands. “No,” she whispered. “That is not right. You disgusting liar.”“Would I lie to the daughter of a goddess?”“The gods are gone. They abandoned Buyan eons ago. You are delusional, you bastard.”“Which is perhaps why Baba Yaga found you on Earth, little demigod.” Kashchei sat beside Anya and put his arm around her. She was too panicked to resist.“No.” Anya looked out the open window, at the treacherous beauty of the land of the deathless. Anya clutched the firebird pendant at her throat and inhaled sharply.“And here Baba Yaga has raised you all this time, keeping you in the dark about your heritage so you could be her perfect little pawn.” Kashchei tapped his shoeless feet on the ground. “Cruel, really. Keeping your true family from you.”&l

  • Jack Frost's Bride   Chapter 40: Glazed

    Ded Moroz's eyes seemed to pick the meat clean from Morozko's bones. Father Frost stroked his hoary beard, glacial icicle spiked crown resting atop his brow. His courtiers thronged round his throne, whispering at the scandal of his scion, the bannik bastard born out of wedlock to Snegurochka.“So,” Ded Moroz boomed. “You wish to be reinstated to the family legacy and become my heir? A responsibility you have shirked since your birth, all to save some orphan witch?”Morozko sweated, the furnace in his belly roaring. “Yes,” he said, temple throbbing under the scrutiny of his forefather, a man he had never wanted please.A thin smile graced Ded Moroz's lips. “I cannot say that I am glad that it has taken so long for you to accept your heritage. But for the love of a woman, you are willing. So be it. I will give you your crown, my grandson.”Morozko let out t

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