Even before Persephone was finished speaking Demeter's hands had risen, the golden scythe of Cronus manifesting in her hands, dragging itself from nothingness in preparation to protect what she loved.
To draw the scythe took so much energy, but she'd barely even thought about it. She only knew that Hades was here in her home, that he was too close to Persephone, that she had to protect her.
"It isn't winter!" He words came in a rush, her eyes locked on her brother in fury and sudden fright as she held the scythe ready to strike He couldn't take Persephone! Not yet!
Persephone had said something, but Demeter already couldn't remember what it had been.