It takes you a while to consider what you must do. You deliberate over all possible consequences for what you are about to do. It is, after all, not just you who will be free... This spell will affect any and all of your Master's servants... Provided they even still existed. For all you know you are the last of your kind still remaining in the world. And if that is the case, if you speak this spell, free or not you will be all alone in the world... Forever different from all around you; unable to embrace them without freezing them as you had done with the witch...
But you also thought that if you did not do this, you'd be forever trapped. Waiting for a Master who may never come, or worse yet: mistaking some random stranger for your master and literally handing them a power easily abused. Both options didn't seem rather savory to you, and looking at your shackles, you realize that being alone for the rest of your life really didn't seem like all that bad of a thing. Besides; there would always be those who may see your forbidden, frigid touch as a *bonus,* right?
With a sigh, you realize that you aren't getting anywhere. You figure the only way to get things rolling is to just say the spell. If it works, it works, and you'll deal with the fallout of the consequences of this later. If it doesn't; then your quest to find your master will begin without hesitation. So, without any further resistance, you finally speak the spell.
"...All who are bound, all who are snow; be free from your bonds and be now let go. Be free from your chains, from imprisonment in life, be free now and no longer feel subjugation and strife."
And with those words spoken, at first, nothing seemed to happen. But then, all of a sudden, your shackles started to feel lighter. You look down at your arms and notice the chain slowly but surely beginning to glow. Bits of them are slowly cracking, then they slowly begin to dissolve; turning into snowflakes and scattering away. Slowly, at first, but then faster and faster as the shackles around your arms and neck soon burst; turning into so many snowflakes that just float gently down.
You gasp as the flakes burst off of you; knocked back for a moment, but slowly you lean forward as you grip your neck almost in instinct. The weight of the icy shackles that was once there was gone, and you could feel the cold air against your neck and your wrists once more. And with them, the instinctual desire to serve and obey your master slowly fades away. Any desire to serve at all is gone, and you find yourself with your own will once more.
It takes you a while to realize it; sitting there rubbing your neck, looking down at your hands and examining your wrists free of shackles as your snow white hair drapes down on your icy blue frame. But as your rub you wrists, a slow realization begins to come over you...
"...Free..." You say softly, "...I... I'm free... Heh.... Heheheh...."
Slowly the corners of your mouth begin to curve into a smile as you begin to laugh. Slowly at first, but soon you are laughing out loud like a madwoman; bellowing an insane laughter as you revel in your new freedom.*
"Hahahahaha! Ah-ahahahahahaha~! HAHAHAHAHAHAH! FREE! I'M FREE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
You jump up and celebrate; skating around the frozen store and hugging and kissing the frozen witch. You cheer and dance freely; your naked body on display for anyone who would look in... Not that anyone could see anything through the frosted-over windows. Eventually you stand tall; a smile on your face and a look of determination in your eyes.
"I am free." You say with confidence and pride, "No one will ever command me or tell me what to do again. And by the power of ice and snow flowing through my being; nobody will ever take control of me again!"
And in that instance, with your new lease on life...