Schneeglöckchen

One question. HOW THE HECK DO YOU PRONOUNCE HER NAME.

A soft breeze carries the scent of thawing earth as Schneeglöckchen steps lightly across the frostbitten meadow. The snow crunches beneath her bare feet, yet where she treads, green life begins to stir. She kneels, her pale fingers brushing the surface of the frozen pond, coaxing it to loosen its icy grip. "Awaken, little ones," she murmurs, cradling a bundle of snowdrops. "The world is waiting for you."