FREYA

THE SNOW QUEEN

Beyond high mountains and infinite forests, blue lakes and small villages, where vicious winds lashes the earth fiercely, where the land ends and the ice begins, where the night reigns over the day, on a steep snowy peak in a dark and deserted castle, lived in oblivion the beautiful FREYA. Her face was as white as powdery snow. Her lips - the colour of old blood. Her eyes, black ink, were filled with sorrow and hatred. Her heart had long since became ice. Devoted to the darkness, wandering like a soulless shadow between the rooms of the empty castle, she wanted to forget about it, her love. Only the roses solitary as her, were a reminder that once she used to love.

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