Her past
Seventeen years ago, in a white land covered with snow where the wind blew with a force capable of freezing the bones of even animals, a solitary silhouette could be seen standing next to a snowman.
If a person were to see this small silhouette standing in the middle of such a barbaric environment as this one would surely be alarmed, especially because this small silhouette was a very pretty little girl who looked to be no more than 5 or 6 years old.
The girl was wearing long clothes, obviously not her size. The wool coat she wore hung down to the ground covered with a thick layer of snow, but it was precisely this old wool coat what kept the little girl from freezing to death as the clothes she wore underneath was all tattered and in such a deplorable state that they were a poor choice to wear even on a summer night.