Icicles drip from her fingers like jewels,

Her blinding white tresses brush the ground,

Mesmorising, terrifying,

They called her "The Snow Queen,"
for she looked with disdain
upon any attempts
her attention to gain.

Dressed in a white and flowing gown

Exquisite features with hair flowing down

She walks the streets in blizzard storms

Enticing

She was a frigid snow queen on a high throne,
Her chilly stare was something she had to hone.
Hard and aloof was

The snow queen walks in the snow,

In the walk that is measured slow,

And watch the white powder fall,

And go to where children