I am not a monster, no matter what they say about me
I am only a person who is different from the rest of the world
An oddity amongst normal men with normal lives
They do not suffer like I do, for normal men cannot suffer
From a curse created by torturous Fates
For years I have lived in solitude, alone, silently weeping
Mourning over what I have lost and what has been taken away from me
My freedom, my rights, and most importantly
You, dear sister, who gave me hope and joy when none was to be found
Little one, please forgive me for the grievous wrongs I've done to you
The errors, sins, and treasons committed by these hands
These icy hands that bring only destruction and misery to everything they touch
I am sorry that I scarred you, that I shut you out and left you alone
Denied you of love
But after all those years, the control I had learned was not enough
And once more I destroyed everything I had
Only then did I have an epiphany, a brilliant idea
Let it go
So now I sit upon this frozen throne fit only for a cold-hearted queen
Ruling a kingdom of isolation fashioned from snow and ice
If any dare to mock or harm me, they will face the might of a whirling storm
For I am powerful as a roaring avalanche, and as the poets of old once wrote:
"I will show you fear in a handful of dust."