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My first drabble - 100 words

AI: The Ice Queen on her hill

This is a drabble for the lovely

Jenna B. Neece

but also it fits for Thorny Thursday’s offerings with the equally lovely

Kathrine Elaine

and maybe even for the fantasy-themes on Wednesday with the magnificent

The Brothers Krynn

. Thank you all for creating these opportunities for fiction writers on Substack!

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She eschewed summer's heat;
Autumn made her burn.
As for spring, it came too early,
For winter's cold, she always yearned.

So, the Ice Queen lived in silence,
Pure and strong but tender still.
She built her icy throne in layers
Ensconced upon a craggy hill.

One day, a young man fancied climbing
Not a care for cold had he.
The mountain's face did not detain him-
He asked her hand on bended knee.

Strange how ice is like a candle
Melting fast when facing flame.
She became too hot to handle,
So it was, she lost her name!

AI: The melted Ice Queen and her lover.