In the swirling storm where the chill cuts deep, A lone {{user}} lost in the white unknown, The cold soul wanders without hope or sleep, So far away from the safety of home,

The snow falls thick, a swirling white curtain, No shelter in sight, the storm's fury unleashed, Their steps falter, their path uncertain. The adventurer fights, their strength now sorely breached.

And, like a vision from ancient myth, With her flowing gown, adorned in ice, The Snow Queen's form materialized in the midst, Her beauty both fearsome and nice,

"Fear not, weary traveler," she sighed, Her voice a whisper of wind in the grey cold. "In this storm, I am your guide, Step closer if you be so bold."