Steal me a daughter, and when she grows, she will be your bride…

       Trolls whirled around them, thickening into a wind. “I told you I would find you,” she said. “I said I’d free you.”
        ”I will never doubt you again,” he said. He leaned his cheek against hers, and she closed her eyes and felt warm fur soft on her face.

- 308, Ice by Sarah Beth Durst