“Oh. I see." Apparently Will was one of the few individuals who could ever say that the act of dying resulted in a frying pan to fire situation. "Is there anything I can do?"

The melodic peal of laughter from the woman's lips echoed through the great hall at such a simple question. It even made her turn away from her throne to Look upon him once again.

“Are you a god?" She inquired.

“Not when I last checked.“ Will grumbled with annoyance at being laughed at.

"Then no, Little mortal. There is nothing you can do to stop my demise.

Fear not for any of those who you may have cared for in life. The Earth has plenty of ice and it will take it a few generations to melt and consume your world." She assured him in a way that wasn't entirely all that reassuring.

“Can't you remake the enchantment?" He looked at the throne where she'd been so pristinely preserved as if it might have an ‘on’ button.

"No. It took a great deal of my power to cast it and that is power I no longer have." She said before retaking her seat upon the throne.

“So this is it? We just sit here and wait for all this to fall on our heads?" Will Looked up at the massive ceiling of the hall. He didn't like the sound of that plan.

“What happens then? Do I die again?"

“Your body died in my river. Your soul will end here." She calmly informed him.

“Great. Just great." Letting out a long breath, the man slumped down on one of the stairs that led up to the throne. He settled his face into his hands and shook his head, not quite able to believe his god awful luck.

“Why do you care?" She asked.

“I care because I liked being human. I liked Earth. I'd like more people to have the chance to like it too.“ He muttered before lifting his head up and Looking back across the hall to the vast open doors and the white snow beyond.

“I do not think I could reshape you even if I did have the power." The

Lady surmised after a long moment of silence.

William turned his head to Look at her and felt the ache in his body as he saw that stunning form again.

“Why? Am I that much of a stubborn old bastard?"

“No. You are a good man. Those cast into my realm before were always sinners. Sinners are easier to shape for their souls are weak. They can be cracked open and the power within can be reaped. You are not a sinner. You have lived your life as a good man. That is much more difficult to break apart. Stronger." Her voice carried a note of faint admiration.

“I was not shaped this way before. Your presence here has changed my realm. It has changed me. There are not many who could do that."