AUTHOR'S NOTE: Okay, so we're still on drafting hiatus, but HERE'S THE NEXT CHRONOLOGICAL CHAPTER. (YAY!) It's not very well drafted, for which I apologize, but HEY, IT'S UP. Thanks for tolerating me, and Merry Christmas! :D :D :D

ANOTHER NOTE: Yeah, yeah, I know that William Joyce's Jack Frost is supposed to be fourteen. But (staying true to the MOVIE, not the books!), I firmly believe that if Dreamworks had actually WANTED him to be fourteen, they wouldn't have A) made him look like a young college student, and B) hired THE GUY THAT PLAYS CAPTAIN KIRK for his voice. So... well, I'm making fun of Dreamworks now. Because I can.

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49: INTIMIDATING

Turning around on the platform and sitting down on the throne, Elsa drew in a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. The icy fabric of the capelet elegantly swept about her feet glistened in the sunlight, and she smoothed the front of her skirt, silently begging the air around her to not become spontaneously populated with snowflakes. This was going to be fine. This was going to be just fine.

Jack was here.

Elsa jolted as the loud chu-CHUNK of the door closing resounded through the throne room. She snapped her head up, her heart leaping into her throat as her head councilman, Rolf, determinately strode up to the throne platform, a clipboard in his hand and an official-looking scowl on his face.

His gaze trailed downwards, lingering for a moment on the Snow Queen's bare hands, clasped together in her lap.

He looked back up into her eyes.

"Queen Elsa…" he asked carefully. "Where are your gloves?"

Elsa winced inside.

Queen Face! she thought desperately.

"I am not wearing them today," Elsa forced a smile, drawing herself up before Rolf could respond, "For this set of suitors. There are four audiences today, correct?"

"Oh. Uh," he stammered, suddenly remembering why he had come, "Actually, there has been some rescheduling, your majesty."

"Rescheduling? Are there more?"

"On the contrary, your majesty," Rolf sighed, looking down to the clipboard and pulling up the top page, "There were two suitors—well, a suitor and a representative—that were unable to make it today. We received word of their delays earlier this morning."

YES!

YES YES YES YES YESSSSSS!

"How unfortunate," Elsa replied. Her heart leaping, she sat a little taller in the throne, sneaking a glance to Jack. He grinned, readjusting himself on top of his staff, which was standing straight up in the carpet with him perched on top.

How DOES he do that?

"The first suitor's representative became ill two nights ago," Rolf explained, making Elsa snap back into focus, "But King Linus of Buskeland will be represented in two days' time. And your third audience, scheduled with Prince Fredrik of Kingsley, is having to be rescheduled due to unexpected delays on the road."

"I see," she nodded. "As for the others?"

"Ah, yes." Rolf flipped back to the first page. "That leaves you with two for today. The first is the Duke of Brondhiem, representing Prince Anders of Brondhiem. Prince Anders in second in line to the throne in his own kingdom, and even though he is thirty years old, he has not yet wed."

She nodded. Brondhiem was a fairly strong kingdom. "And the second?"

"Prince Linus," Rolf nodded. "He's—a little younger."

The Snow Queen looked at him skeptically. "Younger?" she asked. "How much younger are we talking about, here? Surely, you put an age minimum at eighteen."

"My Queen." He drew himself up, measuring his words carefully. "When one has personal responsibilities to the kingdom, it is sometimes necessary to—"

"—How. Much. Younger?"

Rolf pressed his lips together. After a few moments, he pulled in a deep breath.

"Prince Linus is fourteen years old."

The words hit her like a ton of bricks.

"Fourteen?!" Elsa choked.

There was a tiny thump, and Elsa glanced to the side. Jack had hopped down off of his staff, bouncing into the air and flying over to the center carpet of the throne room. Floating over Rolf's shoulder, he stared down at the clipboard for a few seconds, his eyes widening before he let out a sharp laugh of disbelief.

"Yep. Fourteen years old," Jack chuckled bitterly, glancing up to her. "And this portrait of the kid—wow."

"Your majesty," Rolf started again, gripping the clipboard to his chest as Jack invisibly dropped back down onto the floor behind him, "We know that he's a little younger than would be desired, but—"

"—A little?!"

"But given the political atmosphere," Rolf continued, slightly louder, "The Council believed that it would be a good way to—well, to smooth over some rough patches that Arendelle has had with the Southern Isles in the last two years."

"The Southern Isles?" she asked quizzically, "What are you talking about? We have a very strong treaty with them! I mean, it wasn't exactly formed in ideal circumstances, but I—um—"

Rolf raised his eyebrows. Her face going pale, Elsa's voice trailed off.

"Wait," she squeaked, "You—you aren't saying that—"

He nodded solemnly.

"They're cousins, your highness," Rolf said.

Her mouth fell open in shock.

Her heart sinking into her stomach, the Snow Queen closed her eyes, pulling in a long, ragged breath. Gritting her teeth, she slowly exhaled, sitting forward on the throne and looking into her councilman's gaze again.

"Are you meaning to tell me," Elsa gritted, struggling to keep her voice even, "That you have set me up with the fourteen-year-old cousin—of Prince Hans!?"

Rolf's cheeks flushed. Quickly hiding it, he drew himself up, glaring down the end of his nose the best he could with her sitting above him on the platform.

"Queen Elsa," he enunciated, "You of all people should be aware that it's difficult finding suitors who would be willing to overlook—"

"—My ice powers?"

He pressed his lips together, pulling in his breath.

"The Summer Freeze wasn't exactly a secret, my queen," he said coldly. "Not to mention, that—thing you did with those ice crystals the autumn before last."

"That the spirits did?"

Rolf visibly restrained from rolling his eyes.

"Uh—certainly. The spirits," he enunciated, a sneer on the edge of his lips. "But surely, you must understand why taking such a—risk—would be intimidating to most men."

"A risk of getting near me, you mean."

"Well—yes," he nodded. "And you can see why that would—"

"—Be intimidating to suitors? Yes, I suppose I can!" she snapped, "Which brings us back to the matter of why I need to be seeing suitors at all."

"Queen Elsa! We have discussed this!"

"Excuse me?"

"After the Freeze—"

"It was an accident!"

"Which is exactly why your suitors would feel safer if you were wearing your—"

"—I WILL NOT BE WEARING GLOVES!" Elsa shrieked.

A long, cold silence fell over the room as Rolf stared at her in shock.

Her heart pounding, the Fifth Spirit's chest rose up and down rapidly as she gasped for breath, stunned by the unintentional ferocity of her own voice. Shifting her hips on the throne, she anxiously glanced to Jack, who was still sitting perched atop his staff by the mantle.

He grinned.

"You tell 'im, Snowflake," Jack chuckled softly.

Feeling blood rushing to her face, Elsa looked to her lap, clenching her hands tightly together and then relaxing them. Then, stretching out her fingers, she pulled in her breath, glaring back into the Councilman's eyes.

"I—will not," she repeated slowly, "Be wearing gloves."

The silence fell again. Swallowing hard, Elsa snuck a glance at Jack again.

"Hey, don't look at me," he chuckled, adjusting himself atop the staff. "I'm invisible, remember?"

She shifted uncomfortably on the throne for the second time. She glanced to the Councilman again, and then back to Jack, and—

"Oh," Jack corrected quickly, realizing what she meant. "Uh… let's see… I don't believe it's necessary for me to wear gloves?"

"I don't believe it's necessary for me to wear gloves," Elsa repeated, looking back to Rolf with an expression of relief sweeping over her face.

"Because that's a part of who I used to be," he prompted.

"Because that's a part of who I used to be."

"And the past is in the past."

"And the past is in the past."

"And I hate you."

"And I hate—!"

Rolf raised his eyebrows, and Elsa froze, catching the last of the phrase just before it fell off the tip of her tongue. Blushing at the few rogue flurries materializing out of the air around her, she sucked in a quick breath to start again, struggling to regain her composure.

"And—I have," Elsa corrected shakily, sitting up taller in the throne, "My powers completely under control."

Rolf's eyes slid upwards to the flurries. Looking back down into her eyes, while visibly restraining from rolling his own again, he then pressed his lips together, gripping the clipboard.

"I certainly hope you do," Rolf sneered. He nodded, bowing slightly, his eyes not smiling with his mouth. "Your majesty."

The Snow Queen didn't move.

Without saying another word, Rolf then abruptly spun around, pacing for the doors. Pulling one of them open, he stomped through, disappearing into the hallway as it swung shut after him.

Boom.

Before Elsa even had a chance to relax, it was suddenly swinging open again to the sound of a trumpeting fanfare.

"REPRESENTING PRINCE ANDERS OF BRONDHIEM," a voice announced, "THE DUKE OF BRONDHIEM."

The Fifth Spirit drew herself up, her heart pounding as a tall, blonde man in his mid-thirties marched into the room, holding an official-looking scroll. Seeing a sparkling something in the corner of her eye, she snuck another glance to the side.

Jack raised his eyebrows in question, glancing to the tiny snowflake hovering over his fingertips, and then looking back into Elsa's eyes. The blonde man pulled off his hat, and Elsa quickly nodded at Jack as the duke swept into a formal bow.

Jack flicked the snowflake towards her.

"Queen Elsa," the duke began, "It is an honor to meet you."

She stood from the throne, clasping her hands tightly in front of her skirt. As she pulled in a shaky breath to speak, trying to will her vocal cords to function, Elsa felt a tiny puff of cold hit her neck, a faint blue sparkle twinkling in her vision.

Elsa exhaled, her face and shoulders relaxing as the sudden feeling of relief washed over her.

"Likewise, sir," she said softly.

In her peripheral vision, Elsa saw Jack hop down from his staff, snatching it from the air and letting it fall back onto his shoulder. He grinned, sauntering over to the carpet by the duke as he pulled open the scroll.

"Well, well," Jack chuckled, "Let's see what we've got here!"

"I must take this moment to formally apologize on behalf of my superior, Prince Anders," the duke stated emotionlessly. "But I have been entrusted with a letter from his hand to be read to you in person. If I may."

"Of course," Queen Elsa replied.

Jack snorted, walking around to the duke's side and dropping his staff onto the carpet.

The duke clicked his boots together, clearing his throat and holding the scroll out in front of himself. Pressing his chin into his neck and sucking in a dramatic breath, Jack did the same in imitation.

"To Queen Elsa of Arendelle," the duke read, "Or, as she is otherwise known: The Snow Queen."

"Dear Potential Babymaker," Jack Frost announced.

Elsa smiled in spite of herself, rolling her eyes at Jack as the duke looked back to the scroll and continued.

"It is with deepest admiration that I begin this letter," he read, "For I have heard rumor of the Snow Queen's grace and beauty."

"I'm so romantic that I'm not going to show up to court you myself," Jack translated, side-stepping the duke and sweeping into a dramatic bow. "But, even though I've never met you, I've been told you're hot. Be flattered."

Elsa clasped her hands tightly in front of her skirt, struggling to control herself.

Queen Face! Queen Face! Queen Face!

The duke unrolled the scroll slightly. "It has come to the attention of my father, the reigning King of Brondhiem, that there is a distinct possibility my older brother (current heir to the throne) will not sire an heir."

"So," Jack chuckled, imitating the duke's voice again, "I need to bed somebody—"

"My father's council believes it to therefore be expedient that I find a suitable wife as quickly as possible."

"Because my daddy's friends told me I should."

Elsa jolted. Jack smirked at her expression, shrugging as she restrained from a snort and walking to the duke's other side.

"My intent, therefore, is to propose the formation of an alliance between the kingdoms of Arendelle and Brondhiem through our marriage," the duke read on. "It should interest you to know that the kingdom of Brondhiem has a healthy economy, primarily due to our exports in fishing and woodworking. My father's council assures me that our finances are well—"

"—Because I've never checked them myself—"

"—And that this would be the best of all possible times to be seeking a formation of a new alliance. My father's council has also recommended that I seek an alliance with Arendelle, specifically because of its location and tradeable natural resources."

"And because I'm a figurehead."

Elsa bit down hard on her lip, trying to keep a straight face.

"I have been informed of your keen interest in financial growth and economic interdependence between local kingdoms."

"I believe whatever I'm told."

"If you were to see Brondhiem, I am certain that you would find it most pleasing. It would without question be a respectable marriage, and my father's council approves highly of your political history, excluding the events of July three summers' past, and your supposedly 'supernatural' excursion to the northern forests last year. However, as your council assures me that these were both one-time occurrences, I cannot see why they could not be overlooked, in favor of pursuing matters more vital to the kingdom's future, such as the siring of an heir."

"Yada yada yada, ice powers bad, sleep with me."

Elsa let out a sharp giggle of shock.

The duke stopped reading, blankly looking up from the scroll in surprise and raising his eyebrows. Frantically gathering her senses, Elsa gulped.

"I—I'm t-terribly sorry," she said, "Just—um—a little congestion. Do go on, sir."

She coughed into her hand, innocently gazing into his eyes in hopes of proving her point. As the duke pulled in his breath, adjusting the scroll again, Jack Frost chuckled, flipping his staff over his wrist and sitting down on it in the air, looking to her good-naturedly.

"See, Snowflake?" Jack laughed softly. "You're doing great. We're just going to have some fun with these guys."

.

.

Throughout the remainder of the audience with the duke, it became darkly apparent to Jack Frost that his sarcastic translation of the prince's letter was far more accurate than he'd originally intended it to be.

Elsa, of course, had been inhumanly polite and cordial to the man, despite the fact that he had the same basic answer to every question she asked for the remainder of the audience. This general answer (conveyed more by what he didn't say than what he did) was that Prince Anders had made no real achievements in his life besides that of his actual birth, and that he was the standard model of a Royal Figurehead whose opinions were defined by what his father's council told him they should be. By all accounts, he was no match for Elsa. And—despite her perfect manners—it was obvious to Jack that the Snow Queen was something less than infatuated with Brondhiem's prince.

Good.

As soon as the duke had exited, the door swinging shut with a boom, Jack hopped down from off of his staff again.

"Well," he scoffed, "That was unfathomably boring."

Elsa let out her breath. "Brondhiem's a strong kingdom," she sighed. "If I had been given any reason to believe that Prince Anders was working to influence some sort of change, it might have actually been a respectable alliance to consider. It's too bad that his political agendas are so vague."

"Yeah," Jack nodded solemnly, restraining from a smirk. "It's a real shame."

"Thank you. By the way," Elsa said suddenly, making him snap back into focus as she turned and stepped back up onto the platform. "It was a lot easier with you here."

"Anytime, Snowflake. Oh, and—and just so you know," he added, glancing to her sparkling capelet as she spun around, gracefully sweeping into the throne, "I'm not intimidated by your ice powers. At all."

She smiled weakly. "Thanks, Jack."

"No. Seriously," he chuckled, "I feel like I'm watching a line of house cats trying to hit on a lion."

To this, Elsa giggled slightly, raising her eyebrows. "And I'm the lion, in a world full of house cats?" she laughed. "Then who do you think should be trying to court me?"

Jack raised a single eyebrow, grinning mischievously.

"Well—I dunno, ma'am," he whispered. "How about another lion?"

Elsa's eye widened.

Before she could respond, the door into the throne room was swinging open again, the dull creaking drowned out by a trumpeted fanfare.

"PRINCE LINUS, OF THE SOUTHERN ISLES."

Jack stepped back out of Elsa's way, looking to the front of the throne room just as a chubby, ruddy-faced fourteen-year-old boy stumbled through the doors. Nearly tripping over his feet, he came to a stop, swallowing hard as the door was pulled shut behind him.

Boom.

And his face went pale.

A few moments went by in silence as the young prince and the Snow Queen stared at each other from across the length of the throne room, mutually horrified. His mouth falling open in shock, Jack let out a breathy bark of laughter, taking a few steps back.

"Wow," he breathed.

You've gotta be kidding me.

Just as Jack was turning back to face her, readying another snarky comment to try to ease the situation, the Snow Queen drew herself up.

"I—!"

The prince jolted, sucking in his breath, and she abruptly snapped her mouth shut. Jack watched in silence as she adjusted herself on the throne, closing her eyes and then opening them, she tried again.

"If—if it's any consolation," Elsa said carefully, "I don't particularly want to be here, either."

Silence.

Clearly wincing in the fourteen-year-old's wide-eyed stare, Jack saw Elsa swallow hard, clasping her hands tightly together in her lap.

"Wait," the prince choked, "I… really?"

Queen Elsa nodded.

Prince Linus looked down to his feet, shifting uncomfortably in the suitjacket. "B-b-but I'm supposed to—"

"—You don't have to."

"Wouldn't they be mad?"

"Oh, I imagine so," Elsa said casually, standing from the throne and smoothing her skirt, "If they found out. Which they don't have to."

"Aren't they going to ask how I was?"

"Undoubtedly." She smiled reassuringly, walking forward and stepping down off of the platform, dropping her voice to a whisper. "And I'll tell them that you were sweet and gentlemanly, and that I rejected you because you're not yet eighteen."

A look of relief swept over Prince Linus's face.

"You—you can—you can do that?" he breathed.

"It's a private audience, isn't it?"

The boy's face broke into a smile, and he stumbled back a step, clapping his hand over his heart. "Oh my gosh," he gasped gratefully, "I—that—thanks!"

Jack restrained from a snort.

Elsa glanced to him, and he bit down hard on his lip, trying to keep from bursting out laughing. Clearly restraining from a giggle herself as she walked forward, Elsa stepped down off of the platform, gesturing to one of the chairs on the side of the room.

"Would you care to sit down, Prince Linus?" she asked. "For as long as we have this audience, if we're going to make them believe that you actually tried to court me—"

"—NO belief is that powerful," Jack Frost muttered.

The Snow Queen closed her eyes, gathering her thoughts as she restrained from another laugh.

"Um—then we need to wait for a few minutes before I can see you out," she finished kindly, looking to the nervous prince.

He nodded, pulling in a long breath and tugging uncomfortably at his suitjacket again. Without saying a word, he then spun on his heel, marching to the couch.

Jack saw Elsa sneak a quick glance back at him, raising her eyebrows and smiling in their private joke as the boy sat down. The prince was tugging at his jacket again, sitting up at straight as he could on the squishy couch and trying to appear calm as Elsa, her long, icy capelet billowing behind her across the carpet, swept over to the chair beside him.

"So," Elsa started, gracefully turning around and taking a seat, "How is your schooling going? Do you have a favorite subject?"

"I—uh," the boy stammered, "I don't really like schooling."

Jack grinned, shaking his head as he flipped his staff over his wrist, sitting down on it in the air and crossing his right ankle over his opposite knee.

"Ah," Elsa choked.

The silence fell again as she and the young prince simultaneously looked down into their laps, trying to think of something else to say. His ruddy cheeks flushing, Prince Linus shifted uncomfortably on the couch, eying the ice crystals on Elsa's skirt with terrified awe.

Man, kiddo, Jack Frost thought, If I didn't feel so bad for you, this would be hilarious.

"So—um," Elsa tried to start again, making the prince jump, "What do you like to do, then? Any hobbies?"

"Oh! Yeah!" he exclaimed, "I—I'm really into hunting."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah. I like BIG game. Like, bears. And deer!" the prince bubbled, "Like, when you get up really close to them, and you've got perfect aim, and then it's like, BLAM! And their HEADS explode, and it's like, pa-chewwwww, and the brains spew everywhere, and there's a lot of blood, and—"

The prince glanced back to Elsa, suddenly noticing that her face had gone pale, and that she was now sitting rigidly on the couch next to him, hands clasped tightly together in her lap.

Oh, cringe.

As the fourteen-year-old prince blushed a deep shade of red, uncomfortably adjusting himself in his suitjacket, Jack let out his breath, shaking his head and grinning at the boy.

I am embarrassed FOR you, little man.

"Oh—I," Elsa squeaked, making the prince jump and look back up into her eyes, "That—um—that sounds very—"

Jack leaned slightly forward to hear.

"Masculine," Elsa choked.

After a few seconds, the comment sinking in, the prince relaxed again. Blood rushing to his chubby cheeks, he pulled at the edge of his suitjacket, letting out a nervous laugh.

"Wow. You're—really nice. And pretty," he stammered. The Ice Powers Girl smiled kindly, and he let out another anxious giggle. "I just—I thought you'd be—"

He cut himself off, his blush deepening in its hue. After a few moments, Elsa raised her eyebrows, leaning towards him, and Prince Linus cringed.

"Thought I'd be what?" she prompted softly.

"Um…" The prince drew in a deep breath, hesitantly looking up into the Snow Queen's eyes.

"Scarier?" he squeaked.

Elsa's eyes widened.

"Scarier?" she gasped. "Why would I be scary?"

"Well—you know. Like, when you get mad," he blurted, "I mean, like—like two years ago—when your sister was going to get married before you, and you got mad, and froze everything?"

Elsa's mouth fell open in shock.

"Got mad?" she sputtered, "I wasn't mad! And, I was concerned because Princess Anna was about to marry a man she'd just met! It had nothing to do with her being the first to wed—"

"—But you froze everything!"

"It was an accident!"

"Well, that's not what my cousin Hans—"

"—YOUR COUSIN HANS CAN GO TO—"

The prince winced in terror as Elsa abruptly cut herself off, squeezing her eyes shut and pulling in a long, shaky breath. Despite her calm, controlled demeanor, as a few stray flurries of snow began to materialize out of the air around her, Jack could see that the Fifth Spirit's teeth were clenched together in fury.

Geez.

Whoever he was, Elsa did not like this Hans guy.

After a few moments, letting out her breath, the Snow Queen drew herself up again, struggling to regain her composure. "Your—you cousin Hans and I have had some—misunderstandings," she enunciated carefully.

Forcing a tight, bitter smile, she elegantly crossed her legs, the long slit in her skirt falling open across her pale skin.

Seeing it, Prince Linus's eyes bulged. He shifted on the couch, his mouth falling open in shock, eying the now exposed bit of leg as Jack's eyes narrowed.

Don't even THINK about it, kiddo.

"El—um, Queen Elsa," the prince corrected quickly, looking back up into her eyes as she sat back up on the chair, getting onto her feet, "So—if you're not married yet—well, I'm actually fourteen and a half, and I'll be turning eighteen in—"

"—DOWN, boy!" Jack Frost exclaimed.

"Oh! I—aaaaah," Elsa squeaked, blushing furiously as he got up as well, the top of his head barely reaching her shoulder, "Um—you'll be the first to know."

The prince nodded eagerly. Gathering his courage, he then stepped forward to her, picking up Elsa's hand.

"It's been—an honor," he breathed. "Queen Elsa."

Jack's eyebrows lifted as Prince Linus brought Elsa's hand to his lips, kissing it.

And then again.

And again. And then kissing her wrist. And her arm. And—

"That's—um, I—could you—okay!" Elsa stammered forcefully, pulling her hand away from the boy, "I think that's enough, don't you?"

Jack suppressed another laugh as the boy stepped back, eagerly looking up into her eyes, yet still visibly relieved from not having to try to propose to the twenty-three-year-old Snow Queen. With a satisfied grin, Prince Linus nodded, turning away and marching from through the doors out into the hallway.

Boom.

Jack hopped down off the shepherd's crook, and the Ice Powers Girl closed her eyes, her face relaxing as she slowly let out her breath. Being careful not to startle her, Jack let his staff fall back onto his shoulder, laughing softly under his breath as he came up to her side.

"Just so you know," Jack chuckled, "Elsa—you're. Angelic."

She turned to face him, her shoulders relaxing in relief. "He was as scared as I was," Elsa sighed. "I was just trying to be polite."

"That was beyond polite, Snowflake," he scoffed, "You made it seem like you were legitimately thankful to have the audience. Like, he was doing you some sort of favor, or something."

The Fifth Spirit fidgeted with her fingers, twisting her heel into the carpet as Jack stopped beside her, dropping the end of his staff into the carpet and leaning into it.

"Well," she admitted, "In a way, I—I suppose he did."

A look of confusion swept over his face. "What do you mean?"

"Because—whether or not he knows it—Prince Linus just gave me a fantastic idea," Elsa whispered, leaning slightly forward to Jack. "And I know exactly how I'm going to get rid of the rest of my suitors."

"How is that?"

The young queen smiled mischievously, turning away from him and whisking her capelet behind her. Jack watched in wonder as she threw her arms out to the sides, blasting the chairs around her with large, violent spikes of ice, gleaming as she swept down the carpet towards the throne platform.

A sly little smirk began to spread across Jack's face.

"I believe I can see where this is going," he chuckled. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

Whirling around on the platform, the Ice Powers Girl grinned wickedly, sweeping her hand over her head. A spiked, vicious-looking crown made of ice materialized out of the air on top of it, and she sat down regally in the now icicle-covered throne, glaring down the end of her nose as it settled into her thick hair.

"It can be a—terrifying—prospect," Elsa drawled, her eyebrow twitching, "For those naive, foolish little men who dare to come court the Evil Snow Queen."