Mother led us in and I dropped the long cape I had been wearing. Mother stroked my hair gently, lifting it in her hands.
"Such beautiful hair... And pure white. You look like the Snow Queen," she smiled, but there were tears in her eyes.
"Who is that?" I asked.
"Far to the north there is a land where it is so cold that water doesn't run in the cool season at all. It freezes and becomes as solid as a stone. And when it rains, it doesn't come down as raindrops. It freezes too and falls like tiny feathers. Soft, slow and pure white. When I was a child they told me the story of the Snow Queen... she was the ruler of the land of talvi."
I had never heard this word before, not even when Mother, Meryt-Neith, Mut-Bity and I were speaking the language that only we knew, the one Mother had taught us. It was very different from the language of Kemet. But this word - Mother had never spoken it before, I was sure.
"That was the season when water was frozen," Mother smiled rather sadly and I realised in a heart-stopping instant that she had revealed something of her origins to me. She must have come from the land of that... snow. From the north
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