snow queens don’t cry, and they don’t want to be saved. high in her icy tower she sees her snow-white world and smiles with blue, cracked lips. she knows her sister, who struggles alone across the barren wasteland, would seek to save her soul. a thousand years ago the girl she had been would have felt an ache in her heart for her sister’s plight to rescue her. but she doesn’t want to be rescued, doesn’t need to be rescued, and her heart, like her kingdom, is frozen.