"Hey... why does the warmth of this lamp never fade?"

As the snow gently fall, the young maiden finally saw her destined path. The Great Seer Callieach proclaimed the maiden's fate. 

"You are the last Ice Faerie Primordial, House Grindewald. The Overseer of Winter Solstice and Judge of the battle between Oak and Holly Kings of Tir Na Nog, keeping the balance of all realm."

She looked up as the seer handed her the winter lamp solely created for her.

"Your fate will forver be the bringer of warmth in this frozen land. The Land of Ice and Snow, beyond the hidden realm of Tir Na Nog. Always recall your purpose as this fate comes with a double-edged sword."

As the maiden followed the path given by the seer, she was acknowledged by fae folks all over the land and as time passes, stories and legends had been written for her. She became the sole warmth who protects the people during winter solstice and judge over the kings who had to fight over and over for sovereign, keeping the balance. The cycle which repeats over decades, several millenia as far as one can count. 

The maiden then looks at the lamp as wisps of light flicker in her throne room. Being the last of her line, a primordial of ice faeries. The only warmth she had in this frozen domain that never meets spring.

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After several millenia had passed, she wonders, "Do they still remember me?"