Ah, snow. The others had kept her from altering the weather of this accursed and sun-baked land to be more hospitable, but had permitted it for this special occasion. The blood of Frost Giants was strong in Asleif and in colder climes she truly felt at home.
She let the snow fall down upon her, eyes partially closed, a look of almost peace and bliss upon her face.
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