This Woman of Ice - Prologue:

• Posted by J'huzho March 20, 2017 - Filed in TSC: CB Story - 1,064 views

  Tales tell of a woman born on Nirn in the second century of the fourth era, an age of dragon-fire and chaos, to be sure, but high in the land of Tamriel on a fierce blizzard’s night our babe is born to the cold mountainous landscape of Skyrim and to an ailing Nord mother, not of the cold in such a way as her child at sleep in her arms.

   

  She was an ugly baby, she looked somewhere between typically and totally Nordish and slightly elven; the way her light-blue eyes pierced through you, she looked both newly-born and as if she had existed for a long, long time. This quality of hers, of an agedness she had not gained naturally, only became clearer to see as she grew and developed a head of hair, pure white, from the moment it started to grow.

   

  It is said that this baby did not cry, for a child of ice has no wet tears to give but more than that, I know; she never once shed a tear in her lifetime, but do not think it so because she is not sad but rather because she is very sad, very sad indeed.

   

  Her mother might have died that blizzardly night whence her child was born, the natural cold takes its toll on those who are not molded by it, but she fought a little longer and raised just that much of a young girl who healthily came to pierce her throat with an icicle when she was little more than a toddler. I will not tell you how this came to be, for I do not know, but I did meet her once and it seems to me that in doing so she must have felt the last of the love she ever felt from another person leaving this world for good.

   

  This woman, this woman of ice, she knows no love and has none herself to give, but she knows the cold and for a brief moment, before they look upon the void of Sithis, her victims too are made to feel the same icy cold that exists within her heart.

   

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