I heard this story when I was a court secretary.
A few times, people who were parties in the court started to share their stories with me; they said they want someone to listen.
This is one young woman story.
It was always the same dream:
Ice and snow, frozen cold kingdom
And prince, very handsome,
Waiting for me at the end of nowhere.
All I could see black sky and white endless land.
The prince on his throne,
Waiving his hand, but I am afraid to go.
I think I will turn into Snow Queen...
Wind brings him to me.
We are one the ice,
He is touching my cheek,
Freezing...
Asking then if I like ice...
