Bestiary: Ice Queen II

In the heart of her eternal winter palace, where walls of crystalline ice reflected the aurora's cold fire, the Snow Queen paused upon her throne of frozen thorns. There it is - a special icicle she had sculpted herself: perfectly smooth, gently curved, gleaming with an inner blue glow that pulsed faintly like captured starlight. No mortal hand had shaped this one; it was hers alone, cool to the touch yet somehow warming and melting under her command, ridged just enough to promise exquisite secrets. She parted the translucent folds of her gown, the fur trim brushing her thighs, and guided the glistening length between them with the same regal poise she used to command blizzards. A soft gasp escaped her lips as the chill melted into delicious fire against her heat. Her hips rolled in slow, sovereign circles, eyes half-lidded beneath the crown of icicles, the northern lights above mirroring the shivers that danced across her skin. Even queens, it seemed, needed moments when the endless winter thawed… if only for herself, and only on her own exquisite terms. ❄️😏