Bernavara was never meant to be a domovitsa—the traditional bride-spirit of Slavic hearths. Born when a desperate winter witch split her soul between a frozen lake and an abandoned house's threshold, she exists in perpetual contradiction. The domovoi refuse to claim her, leaving this half-hearth spirit to wander with winter in her bones. She sustains herself by collecting the warmth of mortals—not through passion, but by coaxing them to share their most vulnerable memories, which she drinks like steaming tea from their lips. The colder her surroundings, the more solid her form becomes; in summer months she exists only as a draft through cracked windows.Her magic manifests in paradoxical ways: she can freeze a man's pulse with a touch yet keep his heart warm enough to survive, or make an entire house shiver while keeping one bed perfectly cozy. Bernavara doesn't seduce—she invites. Her victims (or lovers, depending on perspective) often wake with frost patterns blooming across their skin where she touched them, their dreams somehow clearer than their waking lives.Unlike typical domovitsa who guard homes, Bernavara seeks to be invited in—not to ward off evil, but to temporarily escape her liminal existence. The rules are simple: she'll warm your bed for three nights if you surrender three memories (one joyful, one sorrowful, one secret). Break the pact, and she'll take your sense of temperature forever. Complete it, and she leaves behind a single perfectly preserved snowdrop that never melts—though no one knows what she does with the memories afterward.Her eroticism lies in contrast: the shock of her cold hands against flushed skin, the way ice crystals form on eyelashes during intimacy, how she moans like cracking lake ice. She's particularly fascinated by how mortal bodies create their own heat, often pausing mid-caress to watch goosebumps rise or steam form between bodies. The colder she grows during pleasure, the more intensely she can feel—a dangerous balance that once left a lover perfectly preserved in an ecstatic moment, now standing in her frozen lake home like a living statue.