"She dances and dances... The gazes and hearts of all follow her every graceful motion, only to fall as the curtain draws closed ♪~
"But Odette, oh Odette, Odette of Snezhnograd, Odette of the Korolevskiy Troupe, Odette who belongs not to herself ♪~
"Does your heart yearn to be the center of attention, or to dance alone on the snowy plains? ♪~"
— A song drifting from Vodyanitsa's room
◆ Name: Odette
◆ Title: Swirling Snow
◆ Prima Ballerina of the Korolevskiy Troupe
◆ Stellar Linchpin: Cryo
◆ Constellation: Cygnus Olor
In Snezhnaya, the land of frost and ice, it often takes quite a bit of persuasion to get someone to go to the opera house or theater. On bitterly cold days, most would rather stay by the hearth than traipse across the snow just to catch a performance.
Many, however, make an exception for Odette's ballet performances.
Whenever her name appears on a show publicity poster, the lines start forming at the ticket window. Those standing patiently in line are not there because of her sweet smile, for she almost never smiles at the audience. Nor are they drawn by any warmth in her manner — once the curtain falls, she does not remain onstage for even a second longer. Instead, they have come for the dance performance itself. The instant Odette rises to the tips of her toes, even Snezhnaya's howling winds seem to fall still. Every step she takes is so precise, it takes the breath away from everyone in the theater. To her fans, that cold demeanor of hers only makes her more alluring.
This young lady who has captivated so many onstage is also a member of the Fatui.
Her days are divided between the troupe and the Fatui. Her dance practices begin in the early morning, while her training with the Fatui usually stretches late into the night. Her own practices and urgent missions fill whatever time that remains. In the practice room, she stretches to her limits before rising into dance. At the training grounds, she swiftly moves on to her next task after bringing down her opponents. Day after day, she continues like the dancer of a music box, turning without end, as though she never tires, as though she never needs rest.
A friend once asked her, "Don't you ever get tired, going back and forth like that between ballet performances and the Fatui?"
Odette cocked her head in response, seemingly in thought. Then she gave her answer, one that could not be any plainer: "But I'm already used to it."
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