( Ysayle remembers the warmth. The smell of grass, the buzz of insects, the sun on her face. She remembers the cold, the way the ice bites and her pale skin turned red under the force of it.
Iceheart, though she wants nothing more than to bring in all of Ishgard in out of the cold. But it is as good a name as any, and it is her's, and so she does not turn away from it. Ysayle will do anything -- everything -- she can to bring the Dragonsong war to an end. If others find her conviction intimidating that is not something she concerns herself with. Only her people, her mission.
The Warrior of Light threatens that if they choose to continue to stand against her. They are not exactly the same, but the Echo binds them in strange ways, ones that she hopes will bring them to her side, away from the lies of Ishgard.
It's these thoughts that occupy her as she wanders across the snow -- striding, towards rumored crystals. Ysayle knows the cost summoning Shiva takes, and only part might be dealt with by stealing shipments.
The other she simply accepts, and does not dwell upon overmuch. )
heavensward.