THE SNOW QUEEN: I loved a man once. But somehow the man slipped away... and instead I loved the love... and nursed it like a babe. For two millenea I tenderly looked after my love: took it with me places, wrapped it up warm in the wintertime, pinched it if it grew too sleepy. But how can a child like that grow? It was a spoiled, pitiful, and stunted thing. Last month, I threw it away. This love, that was barely larger than my thumbnail... and too smooth and too soft from lifetimes of hiding, sheltered from the wind.