sitting in the snow, all white, a burst of colors. a small fragile crown atop white-blonde hair. playing an ukulele and humming a tune. her transportation rests: a polar bear with full saddle and equipped to keep her safe as she searches the entire arctic realm for percy. the two are connected by a thin unbreakable red thread, to which makes it inevitable that they one day walk, run, skip, gallop side by side, neither pulling forth or back. she now lays down in the snow and stares up at the sky