The Winter Woods are sacred — no summer fairy may cross the frost line. But when a strange human boy bursts through the blizzard, wings of dust trailing behind him, everything Periwinkle knows shatters. He crashes into her snowbank, laughing even as his fingers turn blue.

She saves him — reluctantly at first — dragging him into her ice cave, where she keeps a collection of frozen moments: snowflakes that never melt, echoes of laughter trapped in crystal. Peter’s warmth begins to thaw her world, and soon she’s showing him the hidden beauty of winter — how silence can sing and cold can glow.