Kuwana dreams of her ambiguous days ahead.
A princess, nonetheless a future set in anything but stone
And the foremost thing (as she is soon to turn ten and seven years)
Is who will take her hand
And whether he will take her heart with it.
When the month of December passes
And her day of birth comes with the new year
She will leave her brother's empty castle,
The memories of her parents,
Become someone else's queen,
And leave the landscapes she has seen
Everyday since her quaking eyelids presented her baby blues
—ice blues—
To the frozen world for the first time.
She dreams of a silver wedding dress,
A silver tiara,
A silver ring, encasing her fingers,
A silver carriage,
A silver castle,
A silver sky,
A silver forest,
A silver life,
Everything in her world turning to silver.
A silver nightmare...
