In their humility they let the people elect their successors from anyone of royal blood.
A series of poor harvests after droughts left the people discontented.
They voted for the Snow Queen who had returned from exile.
“I promise summer rains from my homeland, but cold winters must return.”
The people accepted.
A few seasons later she proclaimed, “You no longer need to choose your leader. My rule is strong and stable.”
Now the land is covered in snow all year, and the Snow Queen will rule forever.