Permafrost Hollows She's nobody's fool

she did not move, yet she swallowed the room, until princesse lilia stood to her as if under stage lights, every move followed, every look traced, the crowd quiet yet hungry in its wait for more. more. more.

manquante. manquante.

the corner's of the queen's smile numbed. 

est-ce tout? disappointment in her eyes. con-tant whiz a plase for yourself? beneath zhe throne? non. the gemstones shone.

don't you zee, petite princesse? and the queen put her soft palm on a wall of ice, sweeping away the crystalline dust, 

blood left a long mark

revealing the warped shapes trapped within them, made clearer with each step taken nearer. 

the queen leaned in - chilling mirror showing her a rich red coat, a pair of bright eyes - i knew moment i zeen you, we were of zame make.

her gaze travelled downward, to the jeune fille at her side. 

et pourtant, what am ee,

to whisper. the scepter. the crown.

and what are yoo?