She would almost be laughing, but it would interupt the music. Svava's still beaming, however. She's caught the change in tempo, the awakening. The few holidays they had in Asgard, such as there was, were for the seasons. The return of the sun, long missed in the winter of the northern lands. Grey skies becoming blue again. The snow melting and fading away, chased by warmth and green and growing-

The long cold of winter, frozen still, gives way to life and motion.