Maybe you and me are not worthy of forgiveness. That’s for someone else to judge. But we are worthy of each other.
You deserved better. I once had a wife, Princess. Sara was her name. When I came back from the wars, I carried with me the stench of death and the anger of the lost. I wasn’t worth saving, that’s for sure, but she did so anyway. And I loved her so much. I loved her more than anyone or anything. And then I let her out of my sight and she was gone. And I became myself again. A self I never cared for. Until you. See, you remind me of her. Her heart. Her spirit. But now you, too, have gone. You both deserved better, and I’m so sorry I failed you. I’m so sorry. But you’ll be a queen in Heaven now and sit among the angels.
Harden your heart Queen of Winter, bury the world in the tomb of ice, it matters not, love will endure.
Once upon a time, in deep winter, a queen was admiring the falling snow, when she saw a rose blooming in defiance of the cold. Reaching for it, she pricked her finger and three drops of blood fell. And because the red seemed so alive against the white she thought, “If only I had a child as white as snow, lips as red as blood, hair as black as a raven’s wings, and all with the strength of that rose.” Soon after a daughter was born to the queen and was named Snow White.