***** There once was a peaceful land full of life and warmth as any good spring. The land was ruled by a good but proud king. Certainly the king had much to proud of, for he ruled wisely and well. But he often boasted far too much of his accomplishments, and this angered the gods. So they cursed him with deep magic such that when he breathed his breath would turn to ice. When he spoke the temperature would drop, by several degrees! Whatever he touched would immediately turn to ice. He had become the King of the Cold. The land he ruled over became all ice and frozen, but he remained a wise and good king and ruled over it as kind as any king could, given the situation! He lived alone, with his servants of course, in his now Crystal Ice Palace at the top of the snow covered mountain. One day, as he was traveling in his ice sleigh to the lands below, he saw a beautiful and fair maiden. Her hair was flaming red, like that of fire, and skin brilliantly fair, with eyes piercing blue. She shon