In the halls of a frosty mountain, under the chill of a winters wind. A queen sits on her silver throne. Icicles hang from the vaulted ceiling of her stone castle. A waterfall of frigid water runs down the side wall adjacent to her throne. She is adorned in jewels as cold and sparkling as her steel Grey eyes. Her gaze pierces the warmest heart with the stare that can freeze a summers day. No love resides in her, she has hidden it all away. So beware when you enter her kingdom and peer upon her snow white skin and look into her steely gaze, lest you become a prisoner, frozen by the ice queen.