The Handmaid: A Short Story

Many millennia ago, the gods were worshiped and loved; however, they never got along, there always seemed to be a problem. One day it could be that Poseidon took Zeus’s lightning bolt, or Demeter told Aphrodite that she was ugly, but there was never a day that there was no problem.
One day there was an intense heated argument between the very fragile snow goddess, Khione, and the brilliant, crafty, wisdom goddess, Athena. Today’s fuss is that Athena thinks prisoners should stay imprisoned for a fair time, corresponding to the crime they have committed. However, Khione thinks that with her powers all of the prisoners should either die of frostbite or be frozen as icicles for eternity. With all of the gods watching this could get pretty intense.
“Um, because it just makes sense.” Khione blurts out.
“That makes absolutely no sense, and I would know I am the goddess of wisdom.” Athena hissed.
Now all of the gods were starting to realize that what Khione was trying to accomplish was not going to be a good idea. “Khione sometimes you can be so opinionated and stubborn.” Demeter taunted. “That idea was so dumb.” Hera snickered. “Who would ever come up with that idea?” Poseidon laughed. Athena felt very bad for Khione because she saw that all of the other gods and goddesses were making her feel terrible inside. “STOP!” Athena shouted. “You are acting like fools, treating a goddess like this.” Although Athena was standing up for Khione, Khione could just not stand it anymore. “Uh, uh. I can't do this anymore.” Khione stammered half crying. In a blink of an eye the Earth rumbled and Khione wasn’t there anymore. Simultaneously white powder was falling from the sky. It was so stunning that everyone was gaping at the beautiful sight. Zeus being the king of the gods tried it first. “It's… cold.” he stuttered. “What is this, and what happened to Khione?” Hera murmured. “It looks like Khione has decided to stick around in a different form.” Athena