Power filled her at once. The queen's name made her stand tall and unafraid. But when she tried to remember the mountain, the snow, the climb, it was already fading. The borrowed name was eating her old self to make room. With a sharp shake of her head she forced it back up and spat the coin onto the stone. Her memories rushed back, cold and bright. Vesper stared. 'You gave back power for a small, quiet life. Why?' The girl pointed firmly at her own chest. Her life. Hers. And in that moment a brand-new word formed warm in her throat, a name that was finally her own.