It is the first time Persephone has been caught in the winter wrought of her mother's fury - it rages when she is gone, and melts away when she is returned; this is a trial she has never suffered. . .

. . .but Persephone knew her mother's rage long before it was seen by any other, and Persephone bears the crown of the Underworld, and Persephone has harnessed powers that would give even her fellow gods pause, and she stands straight against the whipping winds in her spring green gown belted with flowers wrought of the brightest gems.

"You will not hold me and you will not cross me," Persephone says in a rich, cold tone that owes more to her mother's blood in her veins than the power of her husband's domain, "I will return to my home and my husband or you will never see my face again and you may watch this world die in shadow and ice."