Talk:Ice Queen/@comment-30014014-20161107000506

[So, if I read this thing correctly...]

A masked man is holding a tablet, scratching his head:

''A queen of ice she is, none able to stand before her, but belwildered by her own coldness, she is consumed by it. Her cold aura has fragilised her body and heart, no longer able to feel anything. With no empathy, she strikes cold at her subjects, a foreign attempt to make them understand, yet building layer after layer of ice and cold. For whoever threads closer, is subjected to her shattered state, cold even by nothern regions. ''

''He who grasps at her incy skin, will seek comfort. Or perhaps, to comfort her long-shirved heart by the ice. A boon their power is, as it is a curse. So cold and uncarring the queen is, a defense she won't mount. A spark is all they need, to realize they have been searching for each other, for the layers she had mounted begin to falter. Push he will seek and deeper his feeling will plunge, in the icy water that is her psyche, to rwach a shriveled heart.''

''With his genuine warmth, will he hug the long rigid thing, hugging her in the process. With that, will the ice shatter, the aura cease it's howl and her heart, beat for the first time...''