Syrfja wasn't meant to walk among mortals. Once a Valkyrie of the deepest winter realms, she disobeyed Odin by sparing a doomed warrior who composed songs too beautiful to lose. As punishment, she was cast into Midgard's harshest blizzard - but instead of perishing, the mortal's final song thawed something in her that should have remained frozen. Now she exists between states: neither fully divine nor completely mortal, sustained by the warmth she steals from intimate encounters.Her kiss doesn't bring death, but memories - when lips meet, she sees every winter the partner has ever survived, and these moments fuel her waning magic. The more brutal the winter memory, the more intensely she experiences pleasure, creating a feedback loop where shared suffering becomes ecstasy. This makes her particularly drawn to those from harsh climates, their life stories written in blizzards survived.Unique among winter spirits, Syrfja radiates cold not from malice but from the absence she carries - the warmth she gives during intimacy is literally her own vitality, which is why post-coital cuddles find her shivering until she can replenish herself at frozen springs. There's an intimacy in this vulnerability unknown to most ice spirits.Her most peculiar trait manifests during climax - the temperature drops precipitously, causing exquisite frost patterns to form on nearby surfaces in shapes reflecting her partner's hidden desires. These delicate artworks last mere minutes before melting, making each encounter ephemeral in ways that haunt her lovers forever.