Talk to me about Winter Aphrodite.

The goddess who picks up shards of half-frozen glass and smiles as if she were looking in the mirror.

Talk to me about her chilling romances with ice-bringing Theoi, Khione and her terrifying beauty. Hair shimmering with snowflakes and crystals that glimmer like diamonds. 

Aphrodite dwells in sun-kissed meadows but won’t hesitate to marvel at the wintry wonderland each year. Rolling through the cold, there isn’t anything that brings laughter faster.