The land is always covered in snow, so how can anything - let alone anyone - survive there? They don't. At least not without the Ice Queen's permission. It's her land that goes on for miles, her power that she gains from the cold, and her wickedness that has kept her the most feared living thing for over a thousand years. And that will soon be my land, my power, and my throne, because on my 100th birthday, I will kill my mother. ***SIDE NOTE: I KNOW THERE ARE ERRORS IN THE STORY ( GRAMMATICAL, TENSE SHIFTS, SPELLING, WRONG WORDS ETC. ETC. ) BUT I DO NOT HAVE TIME TO GO BACK AND EDIT, NOR DO I THINK I EVEN EVER WILL. WITH THAT BEING SAID JUST READ AND ENJOY THE STORY****