Light spread across the snowy landscape. Khione stood in a cyclone of wind and snow, and watched the sun creep up to the top of the sky. Icicles hung off a snow-blanketed bush. Light should suggest fire to her, but it did not.
Sure, in spring, the snow melted, (taking her with it), and flowed to the crisp cool streams. But in winter the light illuminated Khione's greatest creations.
There is beauty in harshness, the snow goddess thought. Landscape paintings commonly included snow. Bless the painters, in summer Khione could hang onto some of her power. Light also came in the aurora borealis, named after her father and caused by him. Aurora borealis was at the heart of her season in the coldest places.
So Khione had differing opinions about light. It was beautiful but deadly (to the snow of course). Just like her.