It was all silent. There was no breeze, no drip of water, and no animals rustling to disturb the perfect peace of the silent hills. The rosy-fingered Dawn had barely arrived, and Selena had not driven her chariot to the edge of the world, and the forests were bathed in pink. Snow covered the ground, so deep that a rabbit could not step in it without sinking to its head.
And then from among the woods emerged a peculiar silver orb of light, which grew bigger and brighter until one could not avert his eyes. Then the light took shape, and four strands of light grew out of it, forming limbs. Slowly, the light moved toward what once was a lake, now frozen to its very bottom. A limb extended and touched the iced surface, and the ringing sound produced was the sweetest music to all ears. Suddenly the light completed its form—a female human—with snowy white skin and luscious black hair. Hands ran through the hair, which touched the ground. She walked gracefully across the solid lake, and every time her toes touched the ice a delicate sound was produced, like glass against glass, crystal against crystal, diamond against diamond.
She stopped in the middle of the lake. She turned around. She knelt down. And she melted like snow, her being fully embraced by the lake.
Far away, a wolf howled, breaking all the peace of the silent hills.
And this was how the Queen came into being and ruled the silent hills.