Somewhere far away

Dorie Gust is bored with her life. She has been for quite a while. She literally lives in the middle of nowhere. Her parents had taken a job opportunity in Alaska when she was just 8 years old, and eleven years later here she is still stuck in nowheresville Alaska.

Dorie is beautiful. Her long black hair cascades down her back in loose immaculate curls, her bright green eyes are a color that could only be found in the height of summer. (The vivid color of grass the brilliant green shade of leaves in their prime.)

Her waist pulls in at just the right spots hips flaring out but not too much, her taught ass strains against the fabric of her tight jeans. Dories arms are slim but shapely; her hands appear very small but are proportionate to the rest of her body. She stands on dainty feet that are always adorned with bright green polish. Her slight frame and light step lead one to believe she may be a dancer her curves point to one of a more sultry persuasion. She wears a transparent white blouse over a tight green tank top. The fall of the airy over-shirt adds to the over all lightness of her appearance the tight tank melds to her flat abdomen accentuating her luscious breasts.

Dorie takes in her appearance at her floor length mirror, adjusting some of the curls around her face, pushing her breasts up feeling the weight of each orb as she lets them drop slightly down back into their normal position. She sighs. All of this preparation for the day and shes not going to even see anyone. Shes all alone at home, both of her parents at work and no house guests to keep her entertained. As she thinks about something to do today she looks out at the barren snow covered expanse outside. Dories light frame and airy demeanor are lost in this harsh Alaskan climate. She is utterly depressed.

Right as she thinks her life can't get any worse a sudden blizzard starts outside. Its as if the storm magically appeared out of no where. There were often blizzards in this area but usually there was some sort of warning.

Great, Dorie thinks, now mother and father wont be home for days! I'm absolutely alone in this hell hole!

With this last thought a rather strong gust of wind bellows and smashes into the side of the house, breaking the wall and allowing the blizzard to infiltrate into Dories only sanctuary from the elements. Its a magical storm all right, and it has one thing in mind.. taking Dorie away.