A long time ago, a Queen ruled over the lands from her castle. Although now it's surrounded by what looks to be snow and harsh weather, the castle was once surrounded by fawn and flora. The cold empty vessel used to bloom with love and laughter. The queen had no intention of leaving her beloved home but as time went on, she grew older, as did the world around her. Her hair went from a lovely strawberry blonde to a dark autumn brown. Eventually blowing away with the wind and moving onto a new stage of her life. Although you might not see her, she's very much still there. She's the snow, the trees, the sky, and the clouds. She watches over her castle in silence and waits for spring to come again.
this leans more toward the poetic side but it tells a story and it's somewhat lengthy. i hope it helps :)
