Frozen boy dethaws from fire inside girl.

She had read the fairytale and followed the treasure map to the Lake of Ice Blue-Green-Teal to find the boy. She lugged her sledgehammer and chisel on her dog sled for thousands of miles with her muffler covered in ice shards sharpened from arctic winds gusting through white pines.

When she found the boy and kissed his frozen purple lips his blue glass eyes shone brightly and she heard the buzzing of bee's come from his chest. He thanked her for her quest by turning her into the queen bee. Crowning her as such did not necessarily mean she knew of her new regal status. Instead, her life just began falling into place. Piece by piece.

She began finding things...things lost years before. Earrings, notebooks, scarves, whisps of directions and definitions of vocabulary words. Things she had not seen in what felt like life times appeared in cabinets and drawers where they had never ever been. Broken things were mended and neatly placed back on the shelf glued or sewn.

Meditation overcame her. She found herself awake earlier and earlier, wandering giddely through winter time fog, greeting the morning with renewed faith in the universe. Her orgasms began to shake her like thunder and lightening, sending electrical bolts into every corner of her body.

Suddenly everything she was never good at she could do, even backwards. She understood algorithm's and theorems and gene sequencing and paragraph diagramming.

And all the while the icey boy she thawed smiled... golden in glow slightly aloft, floating.