Regarding hagiography, I'm rather intrigued by St. Eulalia, largely as a result of the Waterhouse painting (I love the pre-Raphaelites), her age, the name, and the involvement of snow (I'm a northern girl). Trifling reasons, I know, but there it is. (See also, St. Eulalia)
Wikipedia Wrote:According to the Spanish-Roman poet Prudentius of the fifth century, ...she said: "Isis, Apollo and Venus are naught, nor is Maximian anything more; nothing are they...."
She was then stripped by the soldiers, tortured with hooks and torches, and burnt at the stake, suffocating from smoke inhalation. She taunted her torturers all the while, and as she expired a dove flew out of her mouth. This frightened away the soldiers and allowed a miraculous snow to cover her nakedness, its whiteness indicating her sainthood.