Enchanted I'd seek thee I froze in front of these carefully carved
Sculptures. As if by a magic stroke with a bite so cold it burns on
Nightfall I saw - Frost
Afraid the blood would freeze my veins I began roaming towards the
Gates when a magical blizzard will drop the swirl that surrounds
Me and then as I looked up - Frost
Writer(s): Snowy Shaw Helgesson
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