When we first see Edith Cushing (Mia Wasikowska), our films heroine, she’s alone gazing at her blood stained hand, its crimson cast against falling snow. Her ashen gown is juxtaposed with her ghostly complexion, the scarlet laden wound across her cheek emphatic. There’s a look in her eye that warns of the events that will unfold, though there’s a yearning that rests on her hand, an instrument that remains unyielding in its faculty. It’s in her eyes, agape with wonder and speculation, that she bears witness to her ivory extremities for the first time. When we hear Edith speak, it’s a voice that comes from within, one that resonates throughout with command, though it expresses what we already believe. Her power comes from her instrument, bloodied and strong yet beautifully empowering.