Charles drove to the door, and jumped out, and reached for her hand. And she didn't move. Her soul had already ascended.
The ballad ends at the ball-room steps, but I've always thought that wasn't the end of Charlotte's story. That was just the end of the cold part. What comes after the freeze, what comes when the body gives out but the spirit doesn't, that's the part that made me think.
Charlotte lives on in the cautionary spirit of her story to this day.
She now has full, spreading, rhinestone-crusted silver wings. The kind that say she didn't just drift away, she went. A seed bead necklace sits at her throat like the last breath. She rides a long knotted strand of vintage glass pearls from the 1920s, hand-knotted between each bead the old way, the way things were made to last. Wear it long or doubled.
She's not frozen anymore.
Details:
Antique bisque Frozen Charlotte penny doll
Pink seed bead collar
Silver metal angel wings with rhinestone pavé embellishment
