She wasn't a human girl anymore, she was Death's bride. A savior. A symbol. A sacrifice.

She loved dreaming of a different world, but Ila also loved winter. She was a child of winter and thus, she belonged to the cold and harsh nature of the season.

As many other girls from her village before her, she had dreamed of the white beast and the last winter.

There was only water. The ocean, the cold and her.

She wore a gorgeous white dress, for her wedding, and a beautiful black cloak, for her funeral.