Why are there stars?

She was always restless, the little Frost angel. Her energy came in bursts, and she crashed often through the day after whatever excitement had taken her fancy. She just wished the night could unfold in the same kind of way. Take a nap when she was sleep, then wake a few hours later refreshed and ready for excitement. Instead, she woke to silence and the stars. She sighed and wriggled her way out from her mothers paws to sit a few steps away from her cozy family. It looked like everyone was sleeping and she knew she would get into trouble if she made any noise.

She did debate sneaking away, but she had pulled that stunt a lot over the last few days and she wouldn't be surprised if her daddy had started to sleep with one eye open. No doubt trying that now would only cut her fun short and she didn't want to be dragged back to bed just yet. She collapsed on the soft grass away from the overpowering warmth and presence of her immediate family and looked up at the stars that overpowered the night sky. There wasn't even a single cloud to mess up the lights of the glittering, shinning, spots.