They say the Ice Queen is kissed by fire. That her hair is like flames, and that she has a warm smile. But her eyes counts a different story. Her eyes is like ice, like wildness in her veins.
They say the Fire Queen is kissed by ice. That her hair is like snow, and she has a cold look. But her eyes counts a different story. Her eyes is like fire, like madness in her heart.
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