It was the full moon, in the second month. the girl had stolen ut in the night to meet with her beloved. She waited for him by the frozen pond. but he did not come, he stood the girl up, and she waited, waited so long, in the pretty dress she had worn for him. and She grew tired, so tired. and she never woke. until today. Instinct: to relive her trauma

• Make it all as cold as her
• lull them to sleep