She was close now, the thrice-damned humans would all pay for slaying her husband and child. Her foolish kin that banished her here was long gone, that vengeance was taken from her. The shackles that bound her were all broken but one. Yet it mattered little, for she had no need to walk the land again when her children served as her hand. Ones not of her loins but her magic. The Wall was weakening, and it could no longer bar her gaze to the south. Nor could it bar her powers; if she had tried to freeze the Bay of Ice a decade ago, she would have failed. As soon as her servants slaughtered the pesky humans, nothing would stop her now.