Winter in the northeast forest is a treacherous thing. The dark woodlands had always been dangerous. Violent animals and creature roamed between the trees, with most in hibernation, the others are left starving. Yet some peoples still live within the forest. Such as her, Danika Corrine.

No one knew her age, or her homeland. The witch is a mystery, living atop the short cliff overlooking the lake. Danika’s cottage is a place of warmth and healing. The garden is always flourishing even in the harsh winters. She’s a witch, a master of magic. The woman’s strength knows no bounds. She doesn’t care for the laws of man or magic. She lives in the in between.

Danika is a young looking woman. She has large eyes, a straight nose, and heart-shaped lips. She looks like a rabbit. Her albino skin matches with her white hair. Danika’s red eyes stick out amongst the colorless canvas. She blends in with the thick snow cloaking the forest. The witch is short, and slender. She’s handy. A renaissance woman. A woman so useful and wise.

The lake is her love. The water is frozen over in a thick layer of ice. Not even a crack or blemish ruins the frozen landscape. The water below is dark and smothering. Danika walks along the icy shore. The snow crunches below her boots as she stares. She pauses at the reflection. Someone on the preserved lake. Someone standing right in the middle. Danika’s white brows furrow as she looks up immediately.