The bare and grey trees suddenly look big to the little log house which sat on the snowy ground.  The mist makes you feel a chilly hand on your back you turn around and see , the Ice queen, she grabs you, takes you to her frosty  palace and she is about to lock you in a freezing cold room. Then you wake up in your bedroom and find out it is all a dream. You look out the window and see the snow has melted and you can see the lush green grass again but you can still hear the faint screams of pain and agony and you think of the Ice queen from your dream.

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