The Ice Queen's Revenge

Endless mountains blanketed by freshly fallen snow,

Stretch into the distance, alight with the morning glow.

As the peaks stretch up, another stretches higher,

A palace made of glass and ice and sunlit fire.

In the highest tower, a queen sits watching,

Her cold, ice eyes searching

For her kingdom swirling in a haze of a storm her making.

She felt only giddy triumph of revenge ripe for the taking.

No longer would the fear of her ancestors plague her.

Now she would conquer it all in a blur.

The anger of past days biting,

She marched down from her mountain, ready to start fighting.

Where she walked, the snow flew faster.

A tempest rising to the call of its new master.

Her anger spilling across the snow like spilled wine,

She stormed and raged the land, searching for a sign

That would give her cause to spare this wasteland,

But all she saw was the place that stole she childhood with a swipe of its hand,

All she saw was pain and heartache and fear in this frozen space.

It seemed redemption was too far for this place.

In the depth of her memory,

She remembered stories of the mercy of saints and their glory,

But as she blew apart houses and sunk ships in a blink,

She couldn’t help but think:

Let it go?

Ha! No.