You cannot seek her, and thou hath been warned:

    For she is a warrior born in the tempest of nature's cold heart,

             With an icy will not the likes of steel could muster.

      She mounts herself atop a beast which only she could tame,

       with vicious characteristics that hath enabled it the cruel

                          survival against nature's will.

Do not think her a simple woman whom will answer to your calls,

         Nay! Thou should be afraid to even mutter her name,

                               let alone seek her visage!

                          She who braves the blizzards

                      along with her icy heart and exterior;

        She who wields a Mace of such chilling power that

      she freezes her enemies with the large arc of frigid power!

                        Stay away, I tell you, stay away!

                        For she, she who strikes the fear

                    in the largest and strongest of warriors,

                   is beyond your comprehension, simpleton!

    You, and all others should, and shall in time bow down to her!

        Kneel, fool! KNEEL! KNEEL BEFORE YOUR TRUE QUEEN!

                  THE BATTLE WORN MISTRESS OF WINTER!