The frost dragon paused,

 as motionless as a goblin figure.

The watery eyes cried,

 miniature icicles fell.

It’s crystal tail swayed elegantly,

like the fairy godmother’s wand putting Cinderella into a beautiful gown.

Sharp as a knife,

the shivering scales clashing together

like iron amour.

Slowly,

its frosty mouth opens, 

an icy fog revealing a set of irregular teeth.

The dragon draws out clattering claws,

like a cat preparing to fight.

Transparent wings unrolled,

 letting go off the child.

Abandoning, 

giggles of a child,

a blade or a flaming sword.