<span style="color: #80FFFF">In an icy throne room, filled with frost and snow, sat two majestically sculpted chairs fit for a king and queen of winter status. Sitting upon one of them was the Snow Queen Bruma, her long bluish white hair draped down her back and around her shoulders, much like the shawl that she was wearing. Upon her head was a crown of ice and diamonds. Her skin was pale, her eyes a soft icy blue, and her cheeks a faint rose color. The gown she wore was of utmost beauty, colored in the traditional hues of winter, with icicles and snowflakes adorning it and as her jewelry. She even had the smallest bits of ice upon the very tips of her eyelashes, and at the tips of her pointed ears.<br/><br/>As a girl of summer colors walked into the room, her eyes gaze upon the newcomer, her entire composer of regal competence, the faintest of smiles upon her lips as the girl comes closer. The girl fairy then bows slightly, showing her respect, before speaking up. Greeting her with such good manners, and bowing again, then continuing. Asking if she could stay in the city for the night. It was indeed almost dark, and truth be told, those nymphs were a pain. Bruma was a bit surprised to hear that this girl had come all the way from the Summer Fairy City of Aesir, but does not let the surprise show on her face.<br/><br/>Her eyebrows raise slightly though, before nodding slowly, then standing up most gracefully from her throne. Even her movements were to be admired. She steps down from the steps that lead up to the throne, and with each step she took, where her feet touched, a snowflake design appeared, created from ice. She descends to stand right in front of the girl, not touching, but close enough so that the girl could feel the queen's coldness coming off of her body. Smiling a bit more, Bruma looks in to the new comer's eyes, before speaking up to answer the question.<br/><br/>"I do not see why not. You may stay here for the night. But you must promise not to cause any trouble here. We winter fairies are a peaceful folk, quiet and gentle, just like the snow as it falls in the sky." She raises her hand up, palm outward, and as if on cue, a snowflake falls right in to the palm of her hand, which then becomes glass like. Lowering her hand, a silvery chain of ice forms around it, before she reaches out and hands it to the girl. "This will be your pass. It will allow you to stay here as well as give all of the palace dwellers to know that you can be here. Welcome to Deioun. I'm very sorry that my husband, Nix cannot be here to welcome you as well. Same for my child. Both are out doing things of their own."<br/><br/>Stepping back, she clasps her hand in front of herself, smiling softly at the girl. "Might I ask of your name?Your face is...familiar, but I do not remember. You may call me Queen Bruma." With this, she ascends the steps to her throne once more, sitting down. A wave of her hand dismisses the girl. "For now, take a look around and make yourself comfortable." Those were her last words before falling quiet once again, one of her attendants coming up to her to whisper something in her ear. They speak quietly, and it was obvious that Bruma was done talking.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, out in the courtyard, Glaciea was still asleep, snow covering her now like a blanket, but she does not move. She was deep in a dream, content to just rest there in the cold, a faint smile on her face. It was a nice dream, of warm colors and warmer weather, with no snow or ice anywhere to be seen. It was different, and it scared her a little, but at the same time it excited her. Where was this wonderful world of warmth? No where in Deioun, that was for sure...it has to be beyond the mountains...</span>