she arrives, a sleek white tiger,

bewitching all who cast their gaze upon her

her soft milky fur pure and alluring

the huffs and puffs of her cold breath rustle the firs 

and her quiet mewl can be heard echoing through the dancing currents

batting the delicate flakes of crystal with her paws, she treads steadily forward

her path marked clearly with every footprint she leaves

a beast to some, a beauty to most

and every inch of her coat is covered in frost