After spending days wandering the fey wilds, watching as the warmth of the spring courts shifted into the blankets of white of the winter court. The faint powder that had dotted the still green lands raging into a blizzard the further you traverse, That is until you're met with a palace, carved into the landscape of the mountains, and dotting with statues of ice instead of the greenery most royalty would keep you hesitantly make your way inside “what do we have here?” a cool voice croons