Winter laughed and danced between the trees, leaves crunching on the ground behind her. Summer smiled at her from the shadows, an icy wind ruffling his hair as she passed. There was a malicious glint in his eye, and his smile was crooked. Winter let out a soft giggle, and snow began to float down, the bare, dead branches of the trees now covered in a dream like blanket of snow, with shimmering crystals of ice hanging from each on. She laughed again, her laughter like icicles clattering to the ground.
Summer followed, life sprouting in his wake. The trees sprung to life, and green blossomed in the forest. Flowers opened up their petals to his light, and he smirked at them. Oh, how life could be fooled so easily. Animals scampered as his feet crushed plants in his path and ahead of him, Winter froze. Her snowy hair, blown about her like a blizzard in her own biting wind, drooped.
"Summer," she muttered, and frost began to race towards Summer, ending at his feet.
"Winter!" He greeted her cheerfully, baring his teeth in a smile. "Have you heard? Life has decided you are the better season. You will be the season of joy." The cheer faded from his voice, and anger entered. It was not like Winter's anger, sharp, snapping at those who dared cross her. It was fury. It would bring destruction upon all who was in his path. Winter spun to face him.
"I had no say in the matter," She retorted. "Anyhow, life is far more powerful than you. You cannot change anything now." Summer scowled, and a tree to his right burst into flames.
"She is my mother. She has been here longer than your little lover. And if she won't pay..."He let out a dark chuckle, and the frost at his feet began to withdraw racing towards its master. "Then you will." Winter saw the gleam in his eye, the fury building within him. She raised a hand, and an icy wind shot out, flying eastwards, calling for the sun. Summer reached for it, and the wind died quickly. Winter straightened her back.
"You can't kill me," she gasped, hoping he didn't hear the tremor in her voice. Summer sighed and held his hand to the raging fire that was his hair. Drawing a flame from it, he bowled the fire towards her.
"True. And while my mother, life, and your lover, death, may have decided you are the joyous season, it's only the people that count. And the people will only think of you as death."
The flame latched onto a nearby branch and rushed towards the tree trunk. Sparks flew, and the plants surrounding it burst into flames. It spread quickly, engulfing the forest in fire. Summer closed his eyes and reached his arms toward the sun, as screams filled his ears, and destruction seeped from his mind into his heart.
"Are you proud of me?" He hissed to the flaming ball in the sky, and the last thing he heard before the Earth was made, and the seasons were sent to guard it, was the final, piercing scream of Winter.