Trapped by the thorny magical arts of her own creation, Kohana has fallen into a deep sleep. In a world blanketed with snow, Kohana was about to give up on everything.
Teika and the others sit by Kohana and convey to her their gratitude and hopes for the future in their own words. However, not even their passionate words reach Kohana's closed off heart. As the boys consider what to do next, Teika realizes there may be a way to help Kohana.
I didn't realize how I felt about dancing.
لم أكن أدرِك شعوري حيال الرّقص
Mir war nicht klar,
wie ich über das Tanzen denke.
No sabía qué sentía por el baile.
No sabía qué sentía por el baile.
Ce que j’éprouvais pour la danse
au plus profond de moi.
Non avevo capito 
come mi facesse sentire, ballare.
Eu não sabia o que pensava de dançar.