Honestly, I'm not sure what I can talk about, exactly. It was... a lot.

[It's not like talking about her past, where there's so much shame and regret associated with it. There are feelings surrounding this dream, feelings that seem familiar the more she thinks about it, but there's enough of a disconnect that she doesn't immediately consider locking down when thinking about talking about it.]

I was in a... a cavern. Cold, and dark. There were images all around me... people made of snow. They were acting out... things from the past, I think? [Her grandfather, standing over the weaponless leader of some sort?] As I was watching what was going on, it started getting colder, and colder... until even I felt it. My hands were turning blue, covered in frost, but I had to keep watching, to find out the truth of what I was seeing...

[It was important. So important. But why? What had her grandfather done to the... the Northuldra?]

But I stayed down in the dark for too long. I used the last of my strength to send a message to my sister, and then I.... I froze.

[Just as Anna had....]