Her Royal Highness, her maiden now befriended
Ice-cold, at the Snow King's Ball attended
With iceberg emotions, cool and intact
Reclusive, and not one to over react
She was born of Royal Pleistocene descent
Cautious and cool, not one to repent
Ruth was her name, ruthless without shame
Eyes, ice-blue, her ice-fall tears were tame
With her maiden hench-woman, ice-bound lay she
Memories frozen in an ice-blink, of her dying diety

The Snow King, snowed under and snow bound
How now he admired the Guelder Rose, new found
Yet his thoughts were lost, in a snow storm's mistake
Within one lonely, snow white flake
His Ice-Queen had left, with words shot from a quiver
As his snow-slip emotions, became as a snow-broth wither
Letting his thoughts, above the snow-line
Lost in a snow-blink, his Ice Queen, was frozen in time
Ever her false love, so cold, so unkind
Left him alone, snow-blind, of his queens' cold and frigid mind