Ymir received a massive sledgehammer for what could be referred to as her third birthday. Despite admitting she hoped for something more befitting her gender, she smiled nevertheless. Indeed, any gift from the one who created her would have pleased her. She also felt he was constantly giving her gifts, like a warm smile or a kiss on the cheek. Her life itself was her master's gift. [I promise I'll make it up to you sometime,] she would say, to which Ymir's master would simply smile all the warmer.