Look, first snowflakes fall from the sky like shimmering diamonds carried by north wind. The last petals slip away to join in swirling dance. And in this fleeting moment just between the worlds, the great parade begins making way for Her arrival. Do you hear that sound? Like gentle cracks of ice touched by the rays of the sun. It’s shy Frost, the white artist, who tells stories of Her beauty. When you see his silver flowers blooming on the glass and frozen fractals speeding up the dance… better go inside for the Pale Lady is close. Nature bends under her cold touch and all around freeze at her command. Lost to the warmth of the sun like porcelain her skin. The Queen of silent kingdom with eyes of piercing hue. All creatures bow to pristine beauty beyond this world. From soft mist she emerges covered in white veil with a winter rose in her hands. Once a year when her time comes, she walks across the lands in search of a kindred soul. Are you the one who matches her heart?