Permafrost Hollows She's nobody's fool

in idleness, the queen flexed the fingers of the hand her chin rested upon. a slight squint of the eyes, pout of the lips, revealed a budding distaste for the princesse.

so obviously unwilling to claim that title.

please? pah! the queen freed her hands in a grand gesture of exasperation, then put them to the frigid ground.

she drew them back toward herself. folded them beneath her chest.

the mountain queen leaned forward. her whisper a hiss.

it ies beneath un royale to 'ope for zta-tion, to rely on mer-cee, admit ze-feat. vhere ies flamme? vhere ies fire i zeen first time i zee yoo? mon dieu, 'as life with barbares dulled yoo? 

she leaned back. long tail thudded. her chin produly lifted and turned to bestow the sight of a proper royal profile.

hm, non! no more from moi. zisperse, young lee-lee-ah, her one arm untucked to shoo away at the child. ee won't 'ear one word from toi unzil you can boast 'igher po-zition... whazhever it might be among your kind... pah!

taking the by now chilled meal under one arm, she haughtily turned her front away from the cub.

go on, zhen. she dismissively waved over her shoulder. i 'ope to enjoy zhis hors d'oeuvre. by mee-zelf.

and then a punctuating hmph.