Monochrome mounds of ice, shaped by the dance of the northern winds, crisp and light, The untouched skin a sweetly poisoned milk. Her claws of glassine black, tear through the light, jagged and lost in the void. Shadows; affectionate, making love in the sway, drunk off the breath of the frozen Queen. Delicate arms stretch, beyond the faint twilight, the stars gleaming, approving, menacing, giggling are they. Wicked, poised children.