I am the only one who is left.
The only..."Ice Servant." The others?
They died, long, long ago.
I am the last one left,
the only one left.
There is no other like me.
I create blizzards with my voice,
my beautiful, everlasting voice.
I can sing the season into winter,
covering the Earth in a blanket of
ice and newly fallen snow.
I call upon the essence of winter,
chilling the hearts of the wicked.
I am the only one who can do this,
for I am the only one who is left.
My hair is made from the shards
of broken ice, my eyes capturing the
softness of the snow that I walk upon
I'm always walking on winter,
always walking on the ice.
There is no other like me.
