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The cursed prince of ice, with hair as white as snow, lived in a palace of eternal frost. His eyes, as blue as the frozen depths of a iceberg, held a thousand shivers.
The maid, her heart warm as a summer day, served him with reverence, unaware of the fate that awaited them.
How did the maid's feelings towards the prince grow, despite his cold exterior?
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