The goddess of spring, unable to repel the witch's frigid spell, had given Natasha her scepter before it fully took hold. She had foreseen it would awaken her when the threat of the witch had long passed. Although change was slow, the trickle of melting ice soon turned into a river of fresh water. Flowers bloomed, butterflies flew, and the land donned a cloak of green, all because of a single fairy's compassion.