The snow queen

She clad herself in ice
And laughed when they came
If they tried
With warmth and well wishes
To melt her new dress
They would have failed
Its coldness was from within
She, frigid, ice-bound
Would delight in any attempt
To break down her barrier
Giggle as the cold splinters fell
Even mock as their hands,
Burnt by the cold,
Made little impression
But, much to her own disappointment,
They looked past her
And then left