SEVENTH STORY: Of the Palace of the Snow
Queen and What Happened There At LastThe walls of the palace were formed of drifted snow, and
the windows and doors of the cutting winds. There were more than a
hundred rooms in it, all as if they had been formed with snow blown
together. The largest of them extended for several miles; they were
all lighted up by the vivid light of the aurora, and they were so
large and empty, so icy cold and glittering! There were no
amusements here, not even a little bear's ball, when the storm
might have been the music, and the bears could have danced on their
hind legs, and shown their good manners. There were no pleasant
games of snap-dragon, or touch, or even a gossip over the
tea-table, for the young-lady foxes. Empty, vast, and cold were the
hall
