She was so beautiful, looking down upon that book of hers like it was her God. There was that furrowing of her brows, that expression of concentration and confusion as she tried to understand words she had never been taught.

"You will understand soon, dear," Gabriel whispered to her, his voice soft like the snow that had gathered itself on her eye lashes. He was keeping her warm, even if she did not know it.

"You are beautiful in the snow," he praised with a reverent sigh of appreciation.