Khione frowned as she saw the little mortal children throwing around their ball on the street filled with a manifestation of her power. She could tell they were friends. Khione never had any friends.
Mortal lives were so short, and they were beneath her anyway. Her only companions were always her ice sculptures and her brothers, who couldn't rightfully be called friends. If Jason had loved her back, she would have gladly preserved him in her palace upon the ice, not as a sculpture but as a god, her lover for eternity. But alas!
The other gods were no friends. They ignored her, or they feared her. Two options. She had no friends. Perhaps her heart was too black. Her heart of ice must be too hard for any friend to pierce. She wanted friends, now, seeing the devotion of the Seven to one another. But she would be forever alone.
A price to pay for her heart of ice.