Quietly, she walks through the forest.
The young girl, a queen, who has never been the poorest.
Animals love her, she graces them with her prescence.
People adore her, and come from near and far to be in her essence.
They love her, but she sees none of that.
God forbid, she be perfect.
She is, though, yet she acts.

She steps lightly, making no noise.
You'd be surprised if she came up behind you.
Scared out of your wits, maybe?
No, no, she isn't frightening.
She's powerful, and she strikes like lightning.
She has the face of a baby.

So innocent is she, the one who is loved by all.
There is another, though, one who can't breathe her scent.
The queen has her kingdom.
This stranger is silent, as well, but waits up in the shadows.
Sits up in the trees where the leaves will hide her,
And she can look over the meadows.

She sees the blasphemous way Her Highness carries herself.
She has every person in the land bow at her very whim.
This stranger has never been fooled.

She drops down from her tree, and quickly rushes to be the queen's friend.
So it goes on as if nothing is wrong.
The stranger knows that inside her grows a ticking time bomb.

With every new body falling under the queen's spell,
If she can't be overthrown, her kingdom she treasured once upon a time,
Will no longer be well.
So the stranger must stop it,
At all costs
After all, she is a time bomb
Fire, not frost.