And little Violet was mourned as dead in Fairy-Land , and many tears were shed , for the gentle Fairy was beloved by all , from the Queen down to the humblest flower . Sadly they watched over every bird and blossom which she had loved , and strove to be like her in kindly words and deeds . They wore cypress wreaths , and spoke of her as one whom they should never see again . Thus they dwelt in deepest sorrow , till one day there came to them an unknown messenger , wrapped in a dark mantle , who looked with wondering eyes on the bright palace , and flower-crowned elves , who kindly welcomed him , and brought fresh dew and rosy fruit to refresh the weary stranger . Then he told them that he came from the Frost-King , who begged the Queen and all her subjects to come and see the palace little Violet had built ; for the veil of mist would soon be withdrawn , and as she could not make a fairer home than the ice-castle , the King wished her kindred near to comfort and to bear her home . And while the Elves wept , he told them how patiently she had toiled , how her fadeless love had made the dark cell bright and beautiful . These and many other things he told them ; for little Violet had won the love of many of the Frost-Spirits , and even when they killed the flowers she had toiled so hard to bring to life and beauty , she spoke gentle words to them , and sought to teach them how beautiful is love . Long stayed the messenger , and deeper grew his wonder that the Fairy could have left so fair a home , to toil in the dreary palace of his cruel master , and suffer cold and weariness , to give life and joy to the weak and sorrowing . When the Elves had promised they would come , he bade farewell to happy Fairy-Land , and flew sadly home . At last the time arrived , and out in his barren garden , under a canopy of dark clouds , sat the Frost-King before the misty wall , behind which were heard low , sweet sounds , as of rustling trees and warbling birds . Soon through the air came many-colored troops of Elves . First the Queen , known by the silver lilies on her snowy robe and the bright crown in her hair , beside whom flew a band of Elves in crimson and gold , making sweet music on their flower-trumpets , while all around , with smiling faces and bright eyes , fluttered her loving subjects . On they came , like a flock of brilliant butterflies , their shining wings and many-colored garments sparkling in the dim air ; and soon the leafless trees were gay with living flowers , and their sweet voices filled the gardens with music . Like his subjects , the King looked on the lovely Elves , and no longer wondered that little Violet wept and longed for her home . Darker and more desolate seemed his stately home , and when the Fairies asked for flowers , he felt ashamed that he had none to give them . At length a warm wind swept through the gardens , and the mist-clouds passed away , while in silent wonder looked the Frost-King and the Elves upon the scene before them . Far as eye could reach were tall green trees whose drooping boughs made graceful arches , through which the golden light shone softly , making bright shadows on the deep green moss below , where the fairest flowers waved in the cool wind , and sang , in their low , sweet voices , how beautiful is Love . Flowering vines folded their soft leaves around the trees , making green pillars of their rough trunks . Fountains threw their bright waters to the roof , and flocks of silver-winged birds flew singing among the flowers , or brooded lovingly above their nests . Doves with gentle eyes cooed among the green leaves , snow-white clouds floated in the sunny shy , and the golden light , brighter than before , shone softly down .
Soon through the long aisles came XXXXX , flowers and green leaves rustling as she passed .
Fairy-Land First Frost-King Frost-Spirits King Violet day elves left mist-clouds