The floor of Elsa's ice-palace had been a lake once, fragmented on the surface into elaborate, wondrous images she did not understand. High above in the drift-snow, tiered windows, Anna beholds the glowing northern lights dancing. Her sister, adorned in white, matted furs, with her pale, bluish fingertips dripping icicles glimmering as bright as diamonds, lingers on the staircase.

A saniwa is the root of a citadel. It will continue to strive as long as the saniwa in charge is alive. Tsukumogami – however – can die as many times as long as there is a saniwa to summon them again.

No matter what happens, I'll always love you, -.