I am the calm beneath the snow,

the silent drift of winter's breath.

Frostbound is my cradle,

a land of ice, steady and sure.

(My heart beats with the northern winds)

Here, peace holds a quiet strength,

whispered by spirits hidden deep.

They guide my hand, gentle and cold,

my role as keeper, silent and clear.

In the Nexus, where storms awaken,

I am the pause, the untouched stillness.

Not fire nor fury, just frost and grace,

a queen's vow in endless snow.

(I guard these lands, bound in frost)

Beyond, they clash and burn,

while here, we bloom in shades of white.

My touch brings rest,

a chill that heals, a quiet end to suffering.

(My gaze sees beyond the veil of snow)

I do not raise swords, nor seek battles won,

but hold this realm in serene watch.

The mountains and plains,

cradled in ice, held close.

In the Nexus, where voices shout,

I am the echo of snow’s embrace.

No need for flame, just winter’s hush,

a kingdom wrapped in quiet resolve.

(I am the shield, unbroken and pale)

Let others fan the fires of war,

while I call forth the winter’s calm.

A sanctuary here,

under the weight of quiet skies.

(My vigil, unyielding as frozen stone)

Come close, my people, find warmth within,

a shelter against the storm’s desire.

Frostbound remains, unscarred, untouched,

held steady beneath winter’s gaze.

(I am the heart, a steady flame in cold)