The Ice Queen's Reign.

As soon as Summer faded,
She rose from her icy bed,
Pale skin like parchment,
White hair upon her head.

Autumn flashed by quickly,
And then she came to power,
Cane of frost clutched in her hand,
She used it by the hour.

She set the ground to frosty,
Coated it with ice,
Laughed when subjects slid on it,
The opposite to 'nice'.

The air, she made it frozen,
Fog pluming from her breath,
So cold that were you naked,
You'd soon meet with your death.

But then Winter did wane quick,
The Ice Queen's fun met end,
She'd have to wait another year,
Till cold she could defend.