'Ri'ana hugged her arms tight around her silver harp as she walked across the snow-covered meadow. She was protecting it like a mother protecting her baby. She could lose everything but the harp. The snow glittered like diamonds as the last rays of the twilight sun shined upon the frozen landscape. It was cold and the snow fell heavily upon the ground. The biting wind blew straight in her face and small shards of ice cut her face as she blindly stumbled forward. She could not go on like this for much longer. She must find shelter and soon! The freezing cold cut into her flesh like frozen knives and her arms began to go numb as she clasped down hard on her harp. And so she fell to the ground. She was defeated by the mighty storm and she accepted it. Even welcomed it.'
Request by Henrik Larsson.