“What did you look Like before you looked like this?" Will's curiosity peaked once again.

"I was a frozen storm." Apparently turning from a force of nature into an incredibly attractive female was merely akin to replacing a pair of socks to the Lady.

“Oh. Ok then." What did you even say to that?

“Why am I like this? Your soul must have had a hand in it. Not that I am complaining. This body is not entirely unpleasant." Her hand lifted for her gaze to look upon its form and shape. She then testingly wiggled her fingers and softly stroked down over her own cheek and along her collar bone.

Will watched the movement, entranced by her beauty and the appealing way her fingers moved over that radiant blue flesh.

"I don't know." No, that was a lie. He was just too embarrassed to admit it. With a little shake of his head and a nervous pinch of his beard, he looked at her again. "I mean I don't know how I even managed to change the way you Looked but...you're beautiful. I mean if my soul knew that there was only one other person here to talk to..."

“I am not a person." The Lady gently but firmly corrected him.

“Ok well then if my soul had any influence in making a companion I suppose it'd shape a companion that I'd...er...like the look of." If he still had any blood his head would likely have exploded with the amount of it that would have been burning his cheeks right about then. "So why is your power leaving you?" He quickly tried to change the subject and immediately regretted doing so. That was not a question that was Likely to get him on her good side...if she even had a good side.

“It leaves me because I am a fool.” She breathed with obvious malcontent in her voice.

“Long ago when humanity knew me for who I truly was they knew to fear me. They feared my cold and gave me the souls of their damned to shape my kingdom in the hope that I would be gentle with their weak Little homes and brittle food supplies. I fed on their fear and crafted those souls into a realm of my making. I weaved great storms and kept them cold and afraid. It...it flattered my ego to be feared and worshipped. Then time passed and they built houses of stone whilst making fires to keep me at bay. The advancement of mankind was my downfall. In your time I am not even known, let alone feared. My cold is nothing to your shelters. You heat your world and keep me at bay. Soon winter will be all but dead and I along with it."

“I'm sorry." Will said as the Lady finished.

“You would not have been sorry if you knew me then." The hard edge to her features was reduced and it almost seemed as if the Lady was having a pang of guilt for her actions.

“I relied too much upon fear and sacrifice. I grew to depend upon it rather than to stay true to my nature. I am paying the price.”

“And you're not the only one." Will added.

It was strange to not to feel any anger at her for her actions. Then again he hadn't been there at the time. She looked so lost and so very alone there in her frozen home that it was difficult to feel any antagonism toward her. Perhaps that was also part of the reason his soul had influenced her shape in the way it had. He'd always found it far too easy to forgive people of their sins

“I have never properly talked with a human before. You are not what I expected." She tilted her head slightly and watched him closely.

“What did you expect?"

“More yelling." She simply answered.

It was William's turn to burst out Laughing then. It was a deep noise that filled the cold hall with a cheer it had never known until then.

The sound wasn't Lost upon the Lady who felt a sudden desire to hear more of it. That was not normal. She was cold, she was cruel and she did not enjoy Laughter. Not until now.