Chapter Text
Hypothermia
Prelude
The Boy who turned Cold.
There once was a boy,
Who cried only love.
Stripped of youth’s joy,
With a dead father above.
His mother grew cold,
As did her heart.
Wish he’d never told,
her aching depart.
The second death he bore,
Childhood memories scar.
Dead on the floor,
So, he ran away far.
There once was a boy,
With a frostbitten sting.
Made a cunning ploy,
And turned into a king.
His own heart grew cold,
Estranged from all men.
While a curse grew old,
Born in a forbidden den.
He is the cruel king,
Boy who turned cold.
Until a soul will bring,
The end… to fate of old…