In a far away kingdom full of flowers, birds and grass,
a daughter was born to the King.
The princess was beautiful,
her hair as black as coal,
her eyes as blue as the sky
on a hot summer day,
her lips as red as blood
and as sweet as a kiss
and her skin white (almost transparent).

Everybody loved the princess.
She was quiet and full of life joy,
and all the princes of the nearby kingdoms wanted her just to be near her and breath the magic that surrounded her.

One day a child of the princess' age arrived at the kingdom.
She had hair as red as fire,
Green/brown eyes with lights flickering inside them,
She had a rolling laugh
and she would run barefoot on the hills.

The people of the villige were not fond of this Child of Fire.
But an invisible string pulled her and the Princess of Ice to one another.
The Child of Flame could see herself in the Princess of Ice, the mischief and the desire to run barefoot on the hills,
The Princess of Ice saw in the Child of Fire the desire for love and admiration of nature,
The strong inner discipline
and the endless cold of sadness.

They were a perfect couple, so much alike and yet completely different.
They completed one another into the absolute One.
But it didn't last for long,
the fire wanted to melt the ice
and the ice wanted to put out the fire.
Then the wars began,
wars more painful than everything,
wars that hit right at the weak spot.
But hurting one another was like hurting themsleves.

A steaming, frozen river had appeared between them.

The child of flame is me and my best friend is the Princess of Ice.
We have started to build a bridge all made of love, but for The real End you would have to wait for a while..