The God of Love and Cryo Archon of Snezhnaya had lived for centuries through eternity's day.

And so she sat alone in silence grim

In frigid air her sorrow gathered dim until you came to her, like a passing breeze, Her Court Jester and begged her grief to ease.

Her face was serious, her features cold but despite such reserve, her heart you would unfold.

The days you amused her with tricks and tales brought joy and delight underneath her frosty veil.