[In the first year of the Mechanical Calendar, the Goddess descended and made a pact with the King; from then on, history stepped into a new epoch.]
Under the biting Moonlight, the ten‑year‑old white‑haired chieftain of the Winter Tribe stared blankly at the Goddess who had descended before her; in her clear yet somewhat foolish eyes was reflected that figure which embodied both Strength and beauty.
Still a child, Elsa had never really understood what true Faith was, but when those six words—"Do not kneel, stand up"—reached her ears, the young chieftain instinctively straightened her back and stood ramrod‑straight.
She felt this Goddess was pretty nice; she would believe in Her for a few days first and see, and hopefully She could let her tribespeople live good lives.
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