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"Umm, f-father?" She remembered approaching him as timidly as usual.

Luckily he'd happened to be in a good mood that day, and had decided not to beat her senseless, "What is it?" though he still sounded so bitter.

"May I ask you something?"

"Sure, why not."

She'd winced at his acid-like tone. And swallowing her fears she'd asked, "What does my name mean?"

He'd laughed, but it had been a tight laugh, sarcastic. "You really want to know?"

She'd nodded despite the sudden urge to run.

"Your name, means Snow Flower."

She'd smiled, "Really? Wow, pretty!"

He'd chuckled darkly. "And do you know why?"

She'd shaken her head, still grinning.

"Because there is no such thing as a flower in the snow. And if there was, she'd be dead."