I am not covered in fur like my four-legged companions, but I embrace the frozen landscape with equal enthusiasm.
From needles to diamond dust, each flake is its own. My feet pad through soft, white drifts and dance over glacial crevasses.
I am called Ice Maiden by some and Arctic Queen by others.
In truth, I am both.
And if you care to venture into my world, I will show you winter’s magic.