It was hard to see with the cold fog closely enveloping her. She walked to the dresser and almost jumped when saw a reflection of a white figure before her. She looked like she was made of ice; translucent, glowing steam with subtle blue crystallines rose sparkling from her entire body. Her hair acquired a deep shade of blue. The shocked eyes that looked back at her weren’t grey anymore, they were too a brilliant blue, like a lake frozen in time. She came closer and touched the mirror with a shaking hand, unsure if it wasn’t a stranger standing there, but it was solid. It was frightening to see her like that, although a small part of her couldn’t help to rejoice at the beauty. She didn’t understand why a state of pain made her look stunning. But then she wasn’t sure if she really was in pain…