Such a small, small baby,
found in an icy battlefield.
They say you were helpless,
that you needed to be taken.
Perhaps they were right, at that.
But it's harder to believe than ever now.
You lived such an innocent childhood,
having no idea what you were.
You had a brother, parents.
Although you were living in the shade
of Thor's greatness, you had a family.
Until everything changed.
You were truly a frosty monster.
The one everyone hated and feared.
And now, you can't go back.
You pretend you're fine,
but deep inside lies the fear.
The fear of looking in the mirror and
seeing what you've become.
The man, the monster,
it doesn't matter.
You are an outcast.