Death of a Queen: Mystery Fantasy

Her eyes were empty hollows of night, her hair the straggling strands of dawn, and her mouth the joy of bright noon days. Her eyes were shut, her hair was snarled into darkness in the water, and her mouth gaped open and filled with water. He fell to his knees beside the river and reached out a hand to touch her, to feel her skin one last time. "Ho, there!" shouted a loud voice beside him. "What do you think you're doing, laddie? This is a crime scene. You're not to be touching nothing." It was an abrasion of sound that rattled through his ears, meaningless, and fell to nothing beside the import of her death. What else mattered, at the death of a queen?

Inspiration: One of the Topolino photographs.
Story Potential: Meh. Medium.
Notes: Pet hate: stories where the protag is a writer/poet/whathaveyou. Maybe elfland in modern-day? Done to death, though....