Lenore was, in ancient times, a servant to the notorious Swine Prince until she discovered the secret.
What that secret was nobody now living knows, but it was do horrible that she could not be allowed to whisper it even in the underworld. They bound her shade to bedrock and now she traces an ethereal circle in the snow.
Converted and painted for a Frostgrave scenario I haven't written yet. Suggestions gladly accepted.