Elves exist everywhere.
I’m sure you all have seen some places, where you could have touched magic, if you just had stayed a little longer. Maybe a small clearing, deep in the forest. Maybe next to a small brook. If you could have waited there till sunset, motionless, quiet, without breathing, you would have seen them, the Elves.
One of my short stories is about the Elf of winter. She was a normal human but loved the winter so much, that she was turned into the Elf of winter. She has many calendars to look up when and where the winter starts and then sets out to visit this place and dance. All Elves have special dances to bring spring or rain or let something grow. The winter elf brings cold, ice and snow. Usually she is dancing alone, but one night she danced with the Elf of January-Winds and one of the hardest and longest winters followed. The old summer elf is one of her best friends and the year they danced a part of the summer dance together, brought so special fruits and weather, it was remembered for many years as the white summer year.
The winter elf is waiting for someone who is brave enough to come to her and to listen to all the stories she has to tell. So maybe, next winter, when you’re in need of a good story, go out and try to find her.