Stone Circle Beholden to the dust that adheres

She expected her to run as the boy had, but she did not. Instead the princess found herself peering in shy relief and growing awe at her pale doppelganger as she introduced herself. Bjarna. The fear was gone now, and she felt something else. What was this?
Kinship, perhaps? Did she know what that felt like? I do not know, She said, answering herself more than Bjarna. She had been pensive as the fear and guilt faded, but now her gaze turned intense on the pale girl. But I think you might. Bjarna, will you come with me? Will you stand in the snow with me? And I will bathe you in blood. The ruddy girl shivered with quiet delight.