Anger.

Blinding fury pumped through her veins, made her heart press against her ribs, head spinning, accompanied by the weight of more crushing, painful feelings that had everything to do with pain and rage.

And there, staring into the eyes of the most wretched monster she had ever seen, the one who had stolen her mother from her, ripping her in two, leaving her lost in the fields of snow and ice.

Never had she ever wanted to cause someone's agony like this.

He deserved it; he was the one who left her with half a family and the burning pain of war.

But another feeling pushed its way through.

Guilt.