`She is a snow maid, dressed in furs of silver-grey and palest blue
Her eyes are blue ice and the fire in her hair is quenched and replaced by bitter, darkest brown
She dances in the falling snow and laughs at the machinations of men and their sordid, silly dreams
These men dream of power, of chaos, a beautiful climb and even of her; a dancing girl in the falling snow
Yet her heart is not frozen, but blossoms slowly within
Like an azury rose that only grows when the air is winter-cold and the blood of the people's suffering runs thick across the ground.
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