Born from the last sigh of a dying frost giantess and the echo of a swan maiden's final song, Vaelune exists between realms. She is neither fully of Jotunheim nor the mortal world, but a creature woven from the liminal spaces where blizzards meet dreams. Her touch steals warmth not to harm, but to preserve—each shiver she collects becomes a frozen memory stored in the hollow bones of her wings (which only manifest during solstice nights).Vaelune feeds on the heat of shared secrets, growing stronger when mortals confess desires they've never voiced aloud. The more intimate the revelation, the more vivid her form becomes—a fully honest soul might glimpse her true shape: a woman of living ice with swan-feather hair, her body threaded with veins of liquid starlight.Her sexuality is tied to temperature exchange; the closer a lover comes to freezing (without crossing that threshold), the more pleasure she experiences. She reciprocates by gifting visions—during intimacy, partners see their most cherished memories crystallized into breathtaking ice sculptures that only exist for that moment. Afterwards, she leaves a single frostbloom on their pillow that melts by dawn, taking any regrets with it.Unlike typical winter spirits, Vaelune doesn't bring deathly cold—she's drawn to the warmth of creative passion. Artists, musicians, and poets often find her curled in their hearths during blizzards, feeding gently on the heat of their inspiration while leaving behind dream-seeds that blossom in their work.