And there she was, the Snow Queen in all her glory. Everyone fell to their knees in fear whenever she came to the village that was situated across the bridge from her palace. Except for one man. He stayed at the edge of a warm cottage slowly he bowed, not as low as the other villagers. He dared not tell anyone of his love for the Evil Queen. Where others found fear when looking at her or even hearing her name he found love and admiration, stories rang out across the land of her wicked deeds. Her beautiful pale face, the mirror image to the snow she created all around. Her opal hair shone in the frozen sunlight, plaits twisted here and there through her hair with sprinkles of iced gems that decorated her face. He gazed at her hair.
It shone like the moon on the sea with mystery and horror. Turning her back she glared at a villagers child in disgust he could see that her hair reached her knees as it curled this way and that to the wind that blew a sweet song. Cloaked head to foot in furs of white, speckled here and there with dashes of black from the victims of her power. Jewels of white and blue decorated her neck and arms, her lips were coated in a deep purple in stark violent contrast to her pale translucent skin. Her eyes dark were shadows of despair, her cheeks hollowed and thin.
Everyone feared her, even the snow some believed, he should have feared her but he just couldn't. Her icy glare traveled around the townspeople.
Then she saw him.
Icy sapphire eyes were fixed on him like ice, shining like diamonds then the unbelievable happened. A faint glow of red rose to her cheeks.
Everyone was silent.
Then the snow came. It only came when she was feeling mass emotions and this he observed was the result of her blush. Her face turned to that of hatred,
"You"
She screeched, pointing her long finger at the villager, the colour drained from his face.
"You're coming with me!"
Whirling around she walked in a flurry of snow back to her icy carriage pulled by fierce polar bears. The villager stared on, unsure as to what to do. Slowly he walked up to her, bowing his head as he reached the door he stopped waiting to see his punishment.
"Get in"
Was all she said.
Slowly getting in, careful not to slip he sat on the ice carriage. The ice burned through his clothing but it was bearable. The bears grunted in disapproval as the carriage driver whipped their hinds. He stole a glance at the villagers as they slowly arose from their knees. Later that day she declared why he had to come with her.
She the Snow Queen secretly loved the villager.
