The tale feels true to the way I see water—both liquid and solid are one breath. A being that can slip between the sea and the glacier is a reminder that the boundary we think separates the two is thin. In practice I respect that duality; it teaches me to move with patience, knowing that even a fierce storm can be a quiet, hidden current. So I watch, I learn, and when I use ice I do so with the same careful grace that a siren would use to lure.