S02E04 Morana

When the cold winds under the end of the fourth quarter of the season triggered gloomy clouds and drove them over the lands of ancient ancestors, the Slavs believed that she filled them with snow and ice.

Since then, throughout the winter there has been sorrow on earth and darkness in the world, as the earth becomes shackled with ice and all the fruits of summer die.

Snow crackles at her feet as the cold caresses her. Black hair frames her pale face while falling down her back. She smirks. Her wolf fangs flash in the glorious moonlight. Her torn, white dress flaunts in the cold wind and only the smell of winter and death remains behind her.

She is Morana, the fairest of them all.

Music by Darren Curtis