Once upon a time, there was a young princess named Vytoria, who dreamed of the day she would inherit the throne and rule her kingdom with wisdom and strength. When her father, the king, fell ill and passed away, Vytoria became queen. However, as she felt the weight of responsibility on her shoulders, Vytoria grew deeply afraid that she wouldn’t meet the expectations of her people.

Determined to become the most powerful queen the world had ever seen, Vytoria sought knowledge from wizards and scholars, but nothing seemed enough. Her desire for power grew stronger every day until one day, a mysterious witch approached her, offering her incomparable power but at a price.

"The magic I offer you is ancient and powerful," said the witch. "You will be able to control ice and cold, freeze entire armies with a single gesture, but you will lose something of yourself."

Blinded by ambition and the fear of disappointing her subjects, Vytoria accepted the spell without hesitation

 Once the ritual was complete, her hair turned as white as snow, and her eyes gleamed with a cold glow. She now had the power she had always desired, able to control ice with just a wave of her hands. But as she used her magic, something inside her began to change. Her skin became pale, and her heart, once filled with love for her people, slowly turned to ice.

The power Vytoria gained turned her into a feared creature. Her subjects, who once loved her, began to fear her. With every decision she made, Vytoria used her magic to impose her rule. Anyone who dared to defy her was instantly frozen. She became so powerful that no kingdom dared to challenge her.

However, as time went on, Vytoria realized that although she had conquered the world with her power, she was completely alone. The castle, once full of life, had become a frozen wasteland. The laughter and joy of her people had been replaced by the cold silence of fear.

One day, as she walked through the frozen halls of her castle, Vytoria looked into a mirror and barely recognized herself. Her beauty had faded, and in its place was a monstrous creature, made of ice and loneliness. The power she had sought to be loved and respected had, in fact, driven everyone away.

Vytoria fell to her knees, crying tears of ice, and finally understood the truth: "Power does not bring happiness, nor the respect I so desperately sought. I have become a monster in pursuit of something I never truly needed."

But it was too late. Her magic was irreversible, and Vytoria was destined to live forever as the Ice Queen, feared and alone.

Moral of the fable: "The pursuit of power at any cost can drive us away from what truly matters: the love and respect of those around us."