Comfort, for many, is found at home.
Walking into the warmth from the frozen air outside.

This house, it's consumed in ice.
It's where the Ice Queen lives.
Refusing warmth for her numb subjects.

This ice palace has never been a home.
Unsustainable for the warmth we crave.
Desperate for the Ice Queen to release us from her hold.
But no difference can be made.
The Ice Queen likes to have her way.

As days pass on,
the subjects become frozen.
Unable to feel.
Ice crystals envelop our hearts.
Until it fractures.
This palace will never thaw.
This is what the Ice Queen feared.

She is alone...
with only the cold to keep her company.