"J-Jacob, what are you b-building?" Corrin asked, her sobbing slowing to a few hiccups.
"A snowman." The boy smiled at her. In only half an hour, the snow had already come up to his ankles. "Would you like to help?" He smiled.
"Yes, please!" Corrin smiled sadly as she walked over to him.
"Do you not have shoes?"
"No, but it's okay, I don't much like them." Corrin replied, placing her now red hands into the snow.
"Aren't you cold?"
"I guess." Corrin shrugged. Jacob held onto Corrin's tiny hands and helped her make a snowball.
"Your hands feel like ice!" He smiled at her. The girl seemed to warm his cold heart somehow, it was some magical power of hers.
"I don't feel nothing." Corrin shivered.
"Do you want to go inside?"
"No!" Corrin almost shouted.
"Why not? You'll catch your death of cold if you sit out here too long."
"Let me die." Corrin mumbled.
"How could you say such a thing?" Jacob asked. "Why would such a small child wish for death?"
"I'll never see my mommy or daddy or my big brother and sister ever again and Xander and Camilla lied to me and I hate them." Tears started flowing and freezing on Corrin's face. Jacob wrapped the girl in a hug.
"Do you really hate Xander and Camilla, or are you just angry at them?"
"What's the difference?" Jacob chuckled at the response.
"Well, if you hate them, you want them dead, and would be willing to kill them and watch them suffer as the life drains from their eyes and they beg for mercy but you allow them to die slowly and painfully at your own hand." Corrin gasped and clung tighter to Jacob.
"I-I don't wanna hurt n-nobody!" She quickly said, trying to push the scary image of Xander and Camilla hurt out of her mind.
"Being angry is just being mad for a little bit, but still wanting them in your life." He smiled as the thought of his parents come to mind. "So, Lady Corrin, do you hate them or are you just angry at them?"
"I'm j-just angry a-at them." She said quickly.
"Corrin, sweetheart, are you cold?" Camilla asked as she and Xander walked outside. The snow continued to fall. Corrin forced herself closer to Jacob.
"N-no." Corrin said.
"Camilla is convinced you hate her." Jacob whispered in the small girl's ear. Corrin's mind immediately flashed to Jacob's description of hate, tears once again filled her eyes.
"I don't hate you, I'm sorry!" Corrin sobbed as she ran to Camilla.
"I-it's alright." Camilla stuttered as the girl ran into her arms. She was surprised at Corrin's outburst. "Oh my gods, she's like an ice sculpture."
"Do you feel better?" Xander asked her. Corrin nodded.
"Put this on, right now." Camilla ordered, helping Corrin into one of her old purple coats. It was big on the child, but it was warmer than the simple dress she had been wearing. Corrin smiled a bit.
"Perhaps the girl would like to see the wyvern." Jacob suggested. "It is a bit warmer in the stables." Jacob suggested.
"What's that?" Corrin asked.
"It's like a Pegasus." Xander smiled.
"What's a Pegasus?" Camilla once again asked herself as they led the girl to the stables.