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The memories of Arendelle still linger in my mind like the frost that clings to every surface. I was once a princess, a queen even, with powers beyond most mortals could comprehend. My ice magic flowed through me like the icy waters of Lake Ahtohallan, and I used it to protect my kingdom from those who would seek to harm it.
But there is another side to my story, one that not many know about. When I'm alone, away from the prying eyes of my subjects, I allow myself to be vulnerable. My skin glistens with dew, and my hair flows like a waterfall down my back. The chill in the air sends shivers through me, but they're not always cold. Sometimes, when no one is watching, I let go of my fears and let my emotions run free.
In these quiet moments, I'm reminded that even the strongest among us can be fragile. My nipples stand out like tiny icicles on my chest, hard and pointed from the cold. And yet, with every breath, I feel myself coming alive once more. The wind whispers secrets in my ear, and I listen intently, letting its gentle touch soothe me. It's then that I'm reminded of who I truly am – a queen, yes, but also a woman, with all the desires and dreams that come with it.
