She landed in the clearing, a silent butterfly among the swirling snow and frosted trees. She watched the moon as he crept toward her in awe of how her wings seemed like transparent ice yet could still hold her aloft amidst the frozen midnight air. She drew in a breath as she turned to regard me her eye gleaming gold but hard and precise as if I had disturbed her from her thoughts. Staring into me as if she could see through to my soul I heard her whisper "I am the snow queen..and I rule these lands in the frozen grasp of winter."

Her words hit me like an icy squall I could not move only watch as she looked up back into the sky and as the ice seeped into my flesh and crawled into my bones, I knew her wrath.

*This is a gift for Alastrine on her 22nd birthday, may she live long and happy.*