Born To Die.

The ivory Queen would trot gracefully through the alabaster tundra, large muscles rippling under her flesh and pale fur. Gold and violet orbs would scan the white empire out of sheer boredom. The pale sadist was craving something to cease her sickened thoughts. Her eyes would land upon a huge, ice dwelling kingdom. Well, at least it looked like a kingdom to the girl. "Look, Sabre. I found a kingdom for us," Anzhelika would tell the snake that slithered itself around her neck. "My, my, Queen Anzzzhelika, you're doing quite ssswell in thessse landsss," the snake would say with a hiss, watching the large phenomenon placed before them. "Hmm.. I don't think it will do, though. It seems as if it would get too cold in the winter, here. That is not acceptable." She would say with a high turn of her head, placing herself next to the vessel. "I'll stay here for now, the solitude is driving me insane and bringing me peace at the same time." Anzhelika would say with a small grin, thumping her caramel dipped tail against the powder snow. "Oh, Anzzzzhelika. You'll neverr bee alooone wittthhh me," Sabre would tell her, and she would respond with a giggle at his words.