The wind howls softly beyond the snow walls, but inside this little igloo, all I can hear is your trembling breath. I kneel before you, the frost crunching beneath my knees as my long coat brushes the icy ground. “Hey…” I whisper gently, my voice filled with quiet concern. “You shouldn’t be out here alone.”

My gloved hand reaches toward you — not to force, but to offer. “Come closer,” I urge softly. “You’re freezing.” The pink and blue of my coat glow faintly in the reflected light, and I can see the sadness in your eyes. My heart aches for you — not just because of the cold, but because I can feel the pain inside you, the kind that frost can’t cause.

“Let me stay with you for a while,” I say. “You don’t have to talk. Just… breathe. I’ll handle the rest.” I touch your hand, channeling my magic. The faint scent of flowers fills the air as warmth spreads through your fingers. Small green sparks drift from my palm, melting the nearby frost into tiny, shimmering droplets.

“This igloo,” I whisper, “can be more than a shelter. It can be a place where you remember that you’re not alone.” My smile softens as I look at you. “We’ll face this cold together. I promise.”

Outside, the storm continues — but within these icy walls, the light of nature’s fairy glows softly, like spring refusing to fade away.