You sat on the tree stump, waiting for a groom that would never come. You pulled your coat close, shivering slightly. A man then comes up to you… white hair, in very regale blue robes. He comes close.

“Are you cold, little maid?” You shake your head add and he comes closer.

“Are you warm, rosy cheeks?” Another shake, and he’s closer.

“Are you warm, blue lips?” After a final nod, he puzzles on what to do with you…