The queen of the snow and of the clouds.
Polar temperatures, with her head in the clouds and, noblesse oblige, as only protection a pure gold bustier.
But, the queen of the snow, she does not feel cold.
She strides regally on her ice stiletto heels, nobly swaying her hips to share our warm Christmas.
It is so warm that she arrives, looks at us and dozes off contentedly, with a wedge of her Nordic sky caught in her hair and her lips burning with festive colour.