¹♥ ₜₕₑ q̲u̲e̲e̲n̲ of I̲c̲e̲ ;— She glides through the world like a frozen whisper,her presence a q
quiet storm of frost and stillness. Her hair falls like silver icicles, catching the light of pale moons, and her eyes are glaciers, deep and untouchable. Draped in gowns of shimmering frost and delic