The queen's snowman had just gotten married to a lovely snowwoman. After the wedding ceremony there was a great feast, with chocolate and warm hugs and ice harvesting and games, even old troll's games.
When they got to playing hide-and-hug, the snowbride decided to hide in a disused royal trunk up in the castle's attic.
"They'll never hug me there," she thought.
As she was climbing into the trunk, the lid came down and cracked her on the head, and she was separated from her personal snow flurry and fell unconscious inside. The lid slammed shut and locked.
No one will ever know how long she called for help or how hard she struggled to free herself from that tomb. Everyone in the kingdom searched for her, and they looked almost everywhere. But no one thought of looking in the trunk. After a week her brand-new snowhusband and all the others gave her up for lost.
Years later the maid Gerda went up into the castle attic looking for something she needed. "Maybe it is in the trunk," she thought. She opened it...and screamed. There lay the missing snowbride in her ice wedding dress, but by then she was only a puddle.