Her anger burned slowly,

Like frostbite slowly creeping over your body.

The ire she felt burned coldly,

Leaving trails of ice in its wake,

Her rage was quiet.

It was calm.

The indignation and malice in her heart,

Sitting,

Growing.

As days and nights passed.

Summer fell away to Autumn,

And Autumn fell away to Winter,

Her anger burned.

It waited,

And waited,

And waited.

Now,

With General Winter by her side,

Her anger strikes.

It decimated the land.

Ravages all that stands in her way.

Their homes laid destroyed.

Their families, slaughtered.

Their minds, shattered.

She hunted them down,

Like the wolf hunts the rabbit,

Until nothing but shadows and ashes remained.

Until they were nothing but memories.

The winter fell away to spring.

Her anger fell away to serene calm.

Her anger was satisfied.

The winter was over.