Snow Queen: Fantasy

The spring melt was so lovely that at first she didn't notice the snow. Almost all the snow was gone from the ground, the sun was shining, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. Crocuses stuck their heads out of the ground quizzically. Buds formed on tree limbs. Robins hopped around murdering worms. In general, a gorgeous, perfectly normal spring day. Until the snow. At first it fell in small flakes that she ignored, but then the flakes became large as a hand-mirror, gorgeous and ornate, and she gasped and turned to run back to the village. But it was as if she was caught in a maze of mirrors, sharp and glinting snowflakes plummeted to earth around her and shattered--

Inspiration: Wishful thinking, and the view outside my study window.
Story Potential: Medium.
Notes: Snow Queens have to come from somewhere, right?