Ice Queen
I am the Ice Queen
The true embodiment of winter itself:
My seemingly adamantium body hazelnut-brown and smooth
My dark-blue hair as wild as ever
My dress-a long, flowy garb made of the purest white snowflakes
And my crown-the brightest, most beautifully sculpted diamond ever created
My sarcasm turns your fields and hills into frozen wastelands
Yet you cannot help but admire the beauty of your temporary winter wonderland
My emotions, as turbulent as my snow swirls, will never be seen by the naked eye
For I am too proud for that, and the cold suits me just fine
My heart, like the sun during my reign, is entombed in the thickest of crystals
Therefore, I feel no pain
I suppose I, at one point in my life, was able to feel
I am an Aries, so I am naturally fiery, passionate, and impulsive
Despite all the good I have in me, I lacked love in the one place where it should be: home
I was terribly underappreciated by the few I was supposed to mean the most to
So over time, my compassionate inferno turned into obsidian-black ice
Now you know why the winter months aren't so nice
But it warms my icy interior to see you, my friends, find beauty in what I have to offer and appreciate it
You go ice-skating and snowboarding and have an Olympics dedicated to me
So you see, I am not always cold because I want or have to be
I'm merely coping with what's going on in my life
Hiding my pain
It is November now, and you are preparing for my visit again
For all of you that beware my chilly aura, try to look past my cold exterior
It is deceiving
Beneath the hard, crystal shell lies my flickering internal fire
Only those who have good intentions and open minds know how to keep it burning
And avoid my ire.
This is why my blankets of snow are frigid yet soft
Why some clouds are grounded in the form of fog
And why (some) winds are sharp but refreshing
They express the contridiction that is my very being: comfort and compassion within a cold beauty.
I am the Ice Queen
And now you know how I came to be.