The gates would open soon. The gates to Faewilds were dusted with the cool wisps of winter in the world of the humans and soon the snow would fall and King Drake Frostcrystal's lands would be closest to the human world once more. An occasion he did not enjoy as much as he knew many of his citizens longed to go have their fun among the humans once more.

He grunted softly, standing in front of one such gate. The long cloak made of snow itself swaying softly in the chilly winds of his frozen kingdom. A gloved hand extends to rest against the ancient wood of the door that stands alone, tethering worlds. The magic of it able to be felt through the thick leather and fur of his glove to spark through his finger tips.

His head turned to the side to gaze at the town that lay in the shadow of his castle. Watching the festivities as others celebrate the coming season. A sneer crosses his lips, but he quickly schools the expression. He knew this was a joy his people found and so long as none broke the rule of bringing a human here, he would not stop their fun.

His steps heavy, punctuated by the crunching of snow as he crossed the frozen field back towards the town, music growing louder with each step.