She freezes whatever she touches.
Her eyes cold blue.
Her skin pale as snow.
Cold smoke comes out from her mouth.
As she breath within
Her cold and lonely castle.
She walks around the forest.
With footsteps made of ice.
She wants to touch life, but dies within her grasp.
She is a cold woman.
But deep within her,
Is a burning flame of desire.
Desires that may not be seen.
Desires that are only until her imagination.
But will keep on burning inside her cold heart.
