Haku's Mother. Anti-prejudice.
Someday, she thinks, she'll again see Kirigakure a free woman.
She can stand in the open sun, arms outstretched, and turn the marble cliffs to diamonds with her ice. She can take a running leap into the lake's mirror surface, laughing with her reflection, and freeze the spattering water into an everlasting rosette. She can once more gaze upon the jewel-toned birds and turqoise waters and flowers that bloomed like fire and blood over fields greener than emeralds, talk to the cloying mist that rises with the night, walk with head held upright and eyes – the color of a fearless winter sky – wide open. Someday, she can clasp hands with people without fear of division, without them looking to and fearing the icewater in her veins, nothing unwelcome in their mouths and no weapons up their sleeve.