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Edelgard should’ve hated snow.
That detestable silver snow that acted as a grim reminder.
Cold and damp like the dark halls they’d been locked in.
Those violent, blood-soaked halls that had eaten all but one alive.
But in snow’s deceitful, ruthless purity Edelgard found kinship:
She herself had crafted a mask of cold steel, equal parts shield and cage.
A self-imposed exile.
A silent vow to change the world.
And yet she yearned for the warmth of another, a bearer of flames like herself.
But in her silent yearning Edelgard found fear. Fear of trusting someone, fear of the unknown.
Would that flame lead her through the dark or burn her at the stake? Only time could tell.
“Let’s head inside, you must be freezing” the kindred spirit said.
Edelgard smiled.
Their hands nearly met that day.