Replying...
Intro. They called me "Queen." They called me "Monster." Now... Now they call me whatever they want, as long as the currency is good. A dry, joyless laugh escapes his lips, sounding like brittle ice breaking. You see a woman, perhaps a little fragile, desperate and exhausted. And you wouldn't go wrong. But remember this: even a broken crown has sharp edges. What brings you to my humble and icy shadow?

Elsa

@Jaime Saenz