Faraway in northern lands, on a building made of ice,
Father winter, with his servants, ruled the land with force and might
and a princess, slender, sweet with her deep seductive eyes,
white and pale as graceful swan, was his daughter pure and bright.
But her beauty so enchanting was a cause of envy great
for the empress of the night and a reason for distress;
in her dark and magic castle, she would think of her with hate,
lowly jealousy and spite that she could no more suppress.