I am harsh like winter,
frosty like snow.
You might end up
my hero, though.

You might stand and thaw me,
poke and prod me
until I open up
and release my glory.

But you could try,
and try and try,
and I could stay frozen,
I could say goodbye.

I'm awaiting to see your choice,
thaw the snow queen or not,
I'm awaiting to see your strength
against the words I've thought.

I'm harsh like winter,
frosty like snow.
Will I let you stay
or make you go?