Princess Haimati had been known as the snow queen
due to the icy stares she used to give to the court
it was shortly before her tenth birthday
that her magical ability revealed themselves
much to the surprise of her father King Abhiraja
Her strengths were healing and weather control spells
also excelling with light displays
but she need to learn how to control them properly
so at eighteen she went into a short exile
She set out from the castle just after her birthday
in her pure white armless long dress and platinum grown
her boots woven from her own long white strands
to keep her feet warm and dry
She carries her silver sceptre in her right hand
with the golden beryls glowing brightly
absorbing the last light from the sun
while its owner practices her concentration
Her snow bear Abjörn is her only companion
as they wander the frozen wastes
providing support and guidance
as they cross the ice lands together
It is said that Haimati will return home at twenty
and take the throne after the passing of Abhiraja
the snow queen living up to her childhood name
ruling the country with a firm but gentle hand
just like the ice land's first fall of winter
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