Snowflake obeyed without a word as he could see that time was of the essence, and he was ready to do anything to save his darling.

Moments after he glided out of sight, Doria appeared in a swirl of angry water that spun so fast that Jack couldn't look at it for too long without getting dizzy.

"Come back, you coward!" Doria screamed in the direction of Snowflake's retreating figure but paused when Jack stepped forward to block her path.

"Do you think you, a mere mortal, can stop me?" Doria screamed so loudly that Jack's ears kept ringing for a long time after she stopped.

"No, of course not," Jack thought. "I just thought I had a story to tell that you might want to hear."

"My mind speak is limited. How am I, and why am I supposed to listen to a story right now?" Doria said, even though she sounded more intrigued than anything else.

After all, she could always return and destroy Snowflake's life even if he escaped with his new girlfriend. A story didn't sound like something that could hurt her or change anything in the grand scheme of things, so she thought she might as well give it a chance.

Thus, when Jack started drawing in the snow, Doria couldn't help but follow the pictures he painted. After all, it was a story of a broken heart, something she knew all too well, and she couldn't tear her eyes away from the sad figures Jack made.

The longer she looked at them, the more Jack felt they were becoming more alive, as his storytelling usually was. A part of himself seemed to return to him as he drew about sadness and pain. While he painted a quest full of challenges which finally led to a mending of one's heart and learning a valuable lesson about what should or shouldn't be done.

"But how can you accept such a loss so easily?" Doria whispered after a while, looking more and more humanoid-shaped as her emotions stopped boiling into whirlwinds. "Shouldn't you fight for what you want? Fight for your right to be happy?"

Jack quickly drew a few more images as he tried to show how there was always a line that shouldn't be crossed. He wanted her to see that sometimes, by losing something we cared about, we also gained something. Jack lost the ability to speak. However, he received an honor that most storytellers could only dream about. He became a part of the story he was telling.

Finally, Doria could see the truth the way she refused to see it before. Snowflake's life and choices were his own. She couldn't change what he did or whom he chose to love. She could only choose her reaction to it.

"Well, I guess Snowflake does have a lot of flaws. I bet the next guy I date will be much better," she said as she finally settled down on the ground, tired from the exhaustion that anger carried with it.

Soon enough, she was curled up in the snow and fast asleep, not in the least bothered by the cold the way Jack was. It was another advantage of being what she was. Still, even an ethereal needed rest, and soon enough, she was fast asleep.

"Sleep well, little one," Jack whispered, as she seemed so tiny and helpless when all of her anger was spent.

"Wellcome back, Winter Storyteller," Snowflake said, appearing from the forest hand in hand with the love of his life.

"That nymph needs to pay! She took me away from my love, from my wedding!" Agnola exclaimed, not paying attention to anything but the slumbering nymph.

"She has already paid more than enough. While you two were happily in love, she was eaten away by jealousy, sadness, and pain. I think she has already suffered more than enough," Winter Storyteller said, realizing for the first time that he was speaking aloud.

His voice was finally back, and he planned to use it to the best of his abilities. He planned to guide lost and confused souls, to keep them away from the temptation to commit sins that would only lead to more pain for everyone involved.

"The important thing is that we are together. We can go and get married, live happily ever after," Snowflake said.

Then he proceeded to put a hand on Agnola's shoulder in a show of love and reassurance.

"Yes, you are right," she said, turning her gaze away from the cause of all her suffering.

It was as if she couldn't bear to look at her without falling back into that dangerous place of wishing for revenge more than anything else. She had to focus on a far more important thing she had, love.

Then they left the once-villain comfortably snuggled in her element and headed back home, where Snowflake and Agnola were determined to have their wedding as soon as possible. The Winter Storyteller was eager to go back to storytelling, to his passion. However, he chose not to return to those who turned their backs on him when he needed them the most. He chose those who helped him with his tasks, even the trolls.

Snowflake was back to his cheerful self. Thus, the last image of him Winter Storyteller saw was a huge smile and rosy cheeks. He was standing in a flurry of snowflakes as he offered a beautifully wrapped present to his beloved.

And they all lived happily ever after.