Ever wearing the crown of her father, Simon. Despite the multiple warnings and destruction it caused and she was as stupid as maple syrup when she was youngling. Oh, how much she missed the warmth of the sun and Fern's grassy hand despite him not existing anymore.

Becoming the grass once more, she rots in her Ice castle, hands growing small crackles of ice and getting colder. Feeling tired each day in life when her body held her weight.

Summer sighed, hugging Gunther. The original or another one just named Gunther? Nobody really knows honestly.