The Ice Queen Cometh

She needs no GPS to find her heart. She knows exactly where it is. And if one should find it frozen solid, be it known that it has been made that way by inclement conditions. Made cold by brutal winters and countless storms. Whipping winds that even the most fearless would brace themselves against. Snow and ice and rain and hail. Harsh elements have buried that heart over time. Unkind climates that most would marvel at- should they emerge alive. Frozen and cruelly thawed, only to freeze again. No mechanism can sustain such fluctuation and be expected to function properly. She is not heartless. It still beats, despite its frostbitten nature. Misshapen over time but it beats still. Faintly and thunderously all at once. Legend has it the Ice Queen melteth once... in archaic places, among familiar faces long gone. Her heart's whereabouts remain unknown. Funny. No one questions the Ice Queen's acclimation to her King; while she appears the coldest one of all.