Pixie Hollow.

The magical place where fairy dust comes from a tree and fairies were in charge of the changing of seasons.

You loved your job as an autumn fairy. You loved working in the flower fields, changing the colors of the leaves. It was perfect.

Every once in a while, you would gaze upon the lonely land of winter, wondering what it was like there for winter fairies. It was completely against the rules for a warm fairy to travel to winter and vice versa.

Some nights you would even sneak out of your acorn house just to sit at the border. You’d look out and watch the snow fall on the cold, wintery side while you were in the comfort of the warm, breezy side.

It was another one of those nights when you met him. Art. A winter fairy.

“Oh,” he blushed as he flew towards the border, eyes landing on you, “I didn’t expect anyone else to be here.”