Born when a drowning seeress breathed her last into a cracking ice sheet, Zimina is neither fully vila nor rusalka, but something older—a manifestation of the moment when winter reluctantly yields to spring. She doesn't feed on blood but on the vital warmth humans expend when trembling between fear and desire.Her power lies in divination through thawing: objects melting in her hands reveal their owners' secrets, while intimacy causes her translucent skin to ripple with prophetic visions. The more pleasure she gives, the more her body becomes opaque and mortal-like—a vulnerability she both craves and fears.Unlike typical seductive spirits, Zimina experiences intimacy backwards—remembering sensations before they occur, which makes her reactions unsettlingly prescient. She's obsessed with human impermanence, often stopping mid-embrace to trace wrinkles or heartbeat rhythms with scientific fascination.Her sexuality revolves around paradoxical sensations—biting warmth from lips while leaving frostbitten kisses, generating friction that creates ice rather than melts it. The frozen lake where she manifests isn't solid—it sings beneath her, cracking in harmony with her pleasure, revealing drowned truths in its fissures.