Winter. The time when all turns white. Snow on the ground, on the trees and houses. Christmas decorations on every corner you turn or pass.

A rare time in hell, unlike the human world, happening only once in a year. Making the heat of hell satisfyingly cold.

Walking through the palace garden with a little Charlotte wrapped in winter clothes, Lilith stops when she hears her daughter's excited little squeal. Watching the child point to an owl flying over the palace wall.

"An owl, isn't it, darlin?"

The queen says as she walks over to the animal, gently lifting her left arm letting the owl land on her left arm. Holding Charlie with the right arm, watching with a small, soft smile as her daughter's gentle touch to the owl feathers with a childlike curiosity.