To tell a tale

If we could tell a tale, in the glimmer of the ice,
what tale would we tell?
What story would suffice?
Would it be a story, of love, or of war?
Would it be a sad soldier, knocking at the door?
Or a fine maiden, all aglow with delight,
to see that her loved one, made it home
without strife.
Love would endure, in this tale in the ice,
and heal the wounds, in the heart of the knight. GRB