Who is nunu

Do you know what passion is, Nunu? But if I had to name it, I would call passion… the feeling of one last celebration as winter hits, the warmth inside even better because the first snows are falling. The dancing, the singing, a lyre in my hands, shivering even as I burn with this—this thing I try to name! This is what Anivia has tasked us with carrying across the Freljord.

This is what gives her wind on her migration! Some villages see us as untrustworthy traders, others fear us for the ice that announces our arrival, the winter that can mean life or death.

But to them all, we bring song, we bring togetherness, we link each village with our spirit. Can you imagine what a gift this is, Nunu?

To know what we know because caravan carts have rattled it into our bones. Life is an endless string of opportunity for songs Like this one. This is the droning murmur of pilgrims, gathered beneath the statue of Avarosa at Rakelstake—a frozen lake that glitters like a jewel too massive for anyone to own.

But the Avarosans have built a monument beside it, and say they own it anyway. They live their lives as if they are statues. But the song binds them together, like this. The old ways. Blood in the snow.

They live their lives on shattered ice. They think it is their might that cracks a path to sea, the wolfships prowling through… but it is not strong to cling to chains, and to demand that others carry them as well. They were made out of wood. Not wolves! Like the Frostguard Citadel, above the Howling Abyss. All those secrets… secrets of my own, of the warmth I have found… They preach there the words of the Three Sisters, but I think secrets are their true faith.

That only this howled dirge remembers, rising from the Abyss. What the Frostguard guard against. They are the fortress at Frosthorn Peak and the crypts beneath. They are quiet. Whatever the Iceborn fought against has been forgotten.

And now, with nothing else to fight, they use their power to rule. They use statues, chains, secrets, to push men down onto their knees. But you… When I look out onto the road, I see your future, Nunu. The joy you will bring to so many, as you have brought me. You are my heart-song, Nunu. What notes should we add next? Where should love take us? There is always more out there, you only need to imagine it! We could travel to a bridge that once spanned the sky! Only it collapsed in a forgotten age, and most of it lies hidden behind the clouds.

But, can you hear that? Someone is step, step, stepping along its edge. We could pass into the tombs of creatures who ruled the Freljord before humans, find the mist that freezes in mid-air, giving ancient dreams shape. What is that in front of you, Nunu? Can you catch a dream on your tongue? Or find glacial tunnels that branch, as if tracing the shape of a world-tree that our ancestors destroyed, and buried in ice. All these things you can find, if only you look.

You can go anywhere you can imagine. What would you see? What is the story in your heart? Once upon a time, there was a boy named Nunu, and Layka, his mom… and she was beautiful, and they lived in a caravan, and… they were trying to think of where to go next. And so their caravan flew off into the sky when Kona grew wings out of her butt, and flapped harder than Anivia!

And the two of them were warm, and safe, even though snow was falling. And that is where we will always be, no matter where we go. It is how we know, though the cold comes with us, though it can be hard and demand hope… it will never be winter, Nunu, if you love the person beside you.

I shove aside the snow that serves as our blanket and look my flufferific friend in the face. His whiskers are twitching like they can feel my dream slowly fading. He growls, and his breath swirls into all kindsa shapes. I laugh as his beard tickles my nose. Willump rolls over and starts scratching his grumbling belly.

Laughing feels good, it helps me remember. I could save her, like a hero in her stories! Even this close, the village is mostly shadows. How would anyone know how to spell that? The buildings are stones heaped really high, the pathways are stones, too. Got it. And those furs, hanging over a door. And that old rope! Beyond the archway are all the missing people from the village, huddled together like statues.

A little girl, a pebble beside them. My favorites were always tales of heroes, more than a match for any curse. With the lessons I learned, we can save these people, right? I have to believe, otherwise… how am I gonna save her? I remember one song, a myth about how Avarosa healed the turtle that carries the sea, by giving it a big kiss!

I try saying the prayers Lissandra taught me, just in case. I make a dragon out of snow to scare the curse away, like Anivia did to fight the southern army! I even try pulling the sun closer, like how Braum thawed his village in the song my mom sang.

Willump tries to comfort me. But I remember what matters. I can feel it, even though my mom is missing, our caravan buried in snow. The feeling of being loved. I can smell the curse. A hateful stench, like troll. It has the weight of centuries; weight that could grind the years this child has left down to mere days. Here is where even heroes of song would question how they could fight, blades powerless against ancient magic. He whoops, and calls my attention to the frozen waterfall above us.

We are close enough now that we can see them, nestled atop stillness. Stone creatures animated by magic, more than at home living above a village such as this one. You took something from those statues! The magic is his now. Swept up in his imagination, snow forms before us, gradually taking shape into a mighty snowball! I laugh as we ramble wildly, our merry burden growing so large that beneath us the village trembles, buildings stretching themselves awake.

And still the snowball grows larger. The krugs make only a tiny chitter as we leap into the air to the top of the waterfall, blotting out the sun.

Icicles crack like bones made brittle by winter. The roar grows louder as the river coughs and clears dust from its throat, water tumbling into the village below. I can feel a magic more powerful than the curse welling up to fill the village, casting shivers through my fur and bringing warmth to a world that is cold.

It is the only magic that can save the Freljord. Even the frozen dreams of my people, coveted by the Frostguard, pale in comparison to this magic, held in abundance by a child. His arms are around me now, and I hug him back with all four limbs, looking away so he does not see the snowflakes falling from my eyes. The curse has not lifted. But still, life has returned.

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