Huginn: Suddenly, she was among us. Her tiara was of adamant, and then we saw it was ice. And likewise the huge blue gem pendant from her throat. Winter's queen she was, less than us and yet more, abrim with fantastic life and death.

Muninn: She is old, as old as mountains, older than we.

H: We do not fear her, yet we would be foolhardy to ignore her. I think of her... cautiously.

M: I remember her... warily.

H: Winter she is, bitter who once was spring. Water she is, and ice, and chill cold. It is frightening to see her attempt warmth.

M: But she is ever less, and our boy will one day have her measure, and roses will bloom.

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