A Different Kind Of Ice Queen

She sits there silent. Not a word escapes her frail mouth. Her appearance whispers with a menacing intensity, "I do not care what you think." The world does not even pause to notice her anymore. It stops briefly, but she pushes it on its way. She coolly evaluates her surroundings; they are of no importance to her. She is an ice queen, indifferent to those who would melt the barrier she works so hard to keep.

Her hunched shoulders reveal otherwise. She is not the queen every young girl strives to be. She walks stooped over, as tho walked on too many times before. She suffers from some invisible force, never quite taking over, but enough to keep her in the shadows.

Then, she opens a book.

To Be Continued...