The Snow Queen (2013)
“Dream images clung to the edges of her mind like scraps of mist.
Her stomach felt queasy, her clenched neck and shoulder muscles ached, and there was a dull throbbing behind her eyes. Even her bones hurt. As she struggled to sit up, a pain between her ribs, sharp and unexpected as a knife thrust, made her cry out.
“It’s about time you woke up.”
Ritva rubbed sleep out of her eyes. Her mother was standing at the end of her bed, holding a skinning knife.
“Go away,” said Ritva, lying back and covering her eyes with her forearm. “I’m sick.”
“Ah,” said her mother, sounding pleased. “Another dream?”
Ritva grunted.
“They’re coming closer,” her mother observed, with evident satisfaction. “And what happened this time?”
None of your business, old woman, Ritva was tempted to say. Instead, she rolled over and turned her face to the wall.
“Oh, we’re sulking today, are we?” Ritva felt a foot poke her sharply in the middle of her back.
She sat up, cursing, and met her mother’s dark, impassive stare.
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