Ice Queen
They gather round and peer at her -
What a strange thing, they exclaim.
Look at the detail, the perfection,
Encased in her icy cage.
Her hair fans out,
Her smile wide and lovely,
Gleaming with the promise of tomorrow,
A frozen curve of pink lips.
Her fragile body is still,
Her lively movements locked into place,
Hands reaching out,
Legs skipping into nothing.
A block of ice surrounds her,
Clear and unblemished,
Allowing outsiders to look in,
But keeping her frozen - only perfect in frosty stillness.
A young boy stands at the edge of the crowd,
Confused and worried,
He cannot get excited.
"But mummy, he whispers. She can't breathe in there."
"Of course she can't!"
His mother laughs.
"She's not real, you see.
She's an ice queen - everyone knows that."
