There was a lonely king who ruled a kingdom of cold people. They had cold skin and cold blood. He never found a queen to rule by his side, because he felt nothing at all. His skin was pale as snow, his hair blue as sea and his eyes black as night. There was always frost in his body. He was taller than the others and had a deep voice made everybody to pay atention. He wore very complicated clothes that hide most of his body, excluding his head and hands. He was unique. That was the reason he