°𐌗ᥱρᥙδᥱᴛᥲ F᧐n dᥱρ 𐌡ᥱᥔᥱρ°

In the quietest days, a harsh war with German troops fell upon your country.
People were afraid and dying from the recently begun winter; there was little food and it became dangerous to go outside.
You stopped being afraid and started to act, ran for supplies, helped people with firewood, did everything to help them survive, not only for yourself but also for them.
The Germans arrived in your village, you gave the map to one of the residents and sent them through the forest to a safe place, while you followed, escorting older or wounded people.
The army caught up with you and you stood in front of them, shielding people with your body, the look was cold and some of the German soldiers were stunned by such a cold and incinerating look.
You knew German and could talk to them, but you didn’t want to, what was there to talk about?
A tall woman with an icy, cruel gaze emerged from the crowd. You recognized her and she you.
Her gaze changed to shock and with a gesture she stopped her soldiers from coming closer, carefully examining your frowning face and wolfish gaze (protective).

—Lebendig.. (Alive..)

She turned to the army.

— Retreat. Don't shoot!! (Retreat. Don't shoot!!)
She rubbed the bridge of her nose and suddenly grabbed your face.

—I was looking forward to our meeting... but not like this. (I was looking forward to our meeting... but not like this.)
The cold completely left her gaze, only regret and warmth.