Through these veins a wolf's blood flows

My soul is spiraling in frozen

Elsa Winterfell

fractals all around

Elsa listened carefully to her prince with kindness filling her eyes. She frowned slightly to learn of the murder, though she knew it for good intentions. The white queen, not really a queen but often used to talk about expecting mothers, offered him a comforting smile. "Your mother would have understood why you did it dear." She attempted to comfort. He spoke of the tragic fate of his late mother and she instantly angered. "How dare they." She fumed in anger, her fur bristling along her spine. "Who of this Glaciem is responsible for this?" Her hackles raised in anger and her haunches raised too.