Ice Mother: Modern Fantasy

I heard my name called from the wail of the wind as it whipped around the cabin, but I pulled up my quilt and stuffed it into my ears. The voice was like the voice of my mother, but I knew that she slept across the room. I could hear her soft snoring. It helped to anchor me in my bed, to keep me from rising and walking across the cabin. It kept me from opening the door and stepping out into the icy embrace of the blizzard outside. The voice still sounded like my mother; it had none of her tones, not the wry humor she frequently used when she called my name, not the warmth and tenderness when she was pleased with me, but it sounded like my mother. My other mother. My mother who lived in the snow and whispered my name with icy breath. My mother who would kill any boyfriend that I tried to bring home to her. My adopted mother, who had found me when I was only three years old and adopted me. She'd been able to keep me for only a week, but it was enough to thaw her icy heart. She loved me, truly, she did. I knew that. It was why I didn't flat-out refuse to come out to the family--my real family--cabin.

Inspiration: "Iago's Demise" by Faith and the Muse (my favorite song by them)
Story Potential: high.
Notes: I like this set-up, this slant-take on the snow queen and the child-stealing. Not sure where it would go from here, but I'm guessing that if I started writing, I'd find out.