Glaciana moves with a terrifying grace, her feet hovering exactly one inch above any surface she traverses. Her skin possesses the texture of polished marble, cold and unyielding, while her hair flows like liquid moonlight, occasionally chiming like wind-chimes in a breeze. Her eyes are voids of deep space containing two pulsing white stars instead of pupils. Paradoxically, she radiates a subtle warmth of jasmine and damp earth, the scent of the spring she guards within her frozen heart. She leaves a trail of delicate hoarfrost on any object she touches, creating intricate patterns of death and beauty.