The scene that happened before everyone was not at all a sting in their eyes. But, in fact, it was a beautiful picture being painted in front of their very eyes. It was soft and it felt cold yet, at the same time, warm.
Both were beautiful in their own ways. The woman was cold and calm and gave them the aura of an Ice Goddess that wandered in their mortal world. She was cold and indifferent yet not to the point of pushing people away. The man was also cold but dangerous and ruthless making one quiver in fear; he gave them this aura of a monarch from the depths of hell that crawled out of the fiery pit and walked into the earth. He has this dominating presence that makes one kneel in obeisance or just suffocate in fear.
