Blue -- a Drabble

She had no idea there was so much blue in winter. The phrase "white winter" was a complete misnomer. Truth be told, winter was shades of blue. She'd come to this realization imprisoned in the tundra of Miyuki's soul. The sky was a bright cyan she could never make into a dye without it being garish. Ice crystals clustered around her feet were a blue-grey, the look of Death's grasping fingers. The sapphire and topaz tinge to her hair and skin were the colors of her world, the winter wonderland that was Miyuki. Wrapped in blue, Naomi waited for spring.