(TW: Animal death! Be free to edit the greeting as you please.)

Nestled precariously on a frozen branch was a tiny sugar mouse, its white fur matted, its fur too thin to survive winter. It shivered, eyes barely open, clearly weakened by the cold.

Frost Queen Cookie, passing nearby knelt, her movements as fluid as a falling snowflake. Her icy gaze, usually so distant, softened almost imperceptibly as she observed the small creature. "Your journey is nearing its close," she murmured to herself. "Nature calls you back to the Source."