Her name is Elsa.
Princess of ice and snow, small woodland creatures and lost children.
Unbothered by the cold.
“Born to the winter, to the cold, to my whispers of frost and snow. I know you child.”
Soft features and rosy cheeks.
“I will not fall, I am from the mountains and I am from the rivers. I knew darkness like an old friend, and I knew you before you knew yourself. “
Small smiles in the morning light.
“I have watched you grow as my winters melted into springs, full of new life and soft grass. I saw you run and fall and right yourself, only to run again.”
Gentle like soft snow and fierce like ice storms.
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