The Ride Of The Ice Queen

The Ice Queen comes a riding on her steed of ice and snow
And casts her icy frozen net upon the ground below
The beauty of her features hides the ice within her chest
Her sparkling silver necklace hangs above her snowy breast

The hoof beats of her frigid mount freeze waters as they go
Lakes and ponds grow solid and the rivers cease to flow
Only fires stoked bright and hot can sway her icy hand
As she paints her snowy portrait on the canvas of the land

The countryside’s held helpless in her cold and frosty grip
Everything is frozen still as she passes on her trip
Her arctic beauty holds the earth in wondrous snowy awe
And once she’s gone the frigid land begins to slowly thaw

The land begins to warm again as farther on she rides
Waters start to flow once more as her frigidness subsides
Warmth and beauty flourish and the fires no longer burn
Hills and valleys green again 'til the Ice Queen's cold return