Jan 01, 2013 01:03
[A hooded figure appears on the screen, the background snowy, in the distance, an ice covered castle out of a fairy tale looms. All that is visible of his face is a growth of beard, and some dark hair around his shoulders, the rest covered with a dark cloak.]
She's here.
[He glances over his shoulder at the castle again.]
Don't go near the castle. Avoid random blizzards, and a white falcon.
And for the love of all that is good, never leave your children alone. Or those who are pure of heart.
Because she'll come for them. The Grieving Queen is here.