<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/32/e6/9d/32e69df6320560894d0ffff70997f6e0.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name/Alias: </strong>Neve- The Snow Queen<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Traveling to meet Rumpelstiltskin<br/><strong>Current Action(s):</strong>Sledding<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>open<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5654/208/1600/narnia2.jpg)</div>A freezing wind howled and a dark cloud rapidly covered the lands and snow began to fall thick and fast, each flake spinning and racing to meet the ground. The wind was joined by the voices of wolves howling in the distance closing fast as a team of white wolves practically invisible to the non magical eye raced through the storm, the team of eight drew behind them an elegant sleigh of dark black leather with blue white metal decorating its sides. Within the sleigh enshrouded in a thick white cloak with fur trim sat the driver. Her face hidden from the storm but as she passed it seemed like the weather became gentle around her. The wind played with stands of white blond hair and snowflakes spiraled down to gently kiss the woman's cheeks.<br/><br/>The female glanced up, piecing blue eyes glanced at the sky with a smile as cold as ice Neve turned her attention to her destination. Rumpelstiltskin had declared war and she was only to ready to join the fight. Evil would rule the world, the wolves rushed onwards in no need of encouragement from their mistress, The Snow Queen still had miles to go to before she arrived at the meeting place that Rumpelstiltskin had described to her. She glanced out over the landscape and took note of the waning sun, her wolves would need rest soon. As she looked away from the sunset her penetrating gaze landed on a small set of buildings of the main path. With a small click of her tongue and a shout of "Gee" the team wheeled effortlessly to the right.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://orig00.deviantart.net/deae/f/2011/248/9/4/ice_imp_by_tokinogami-d48z5tt.png)</div>From her feet a nasty voice spoke up, the voice was harsh to the ear the sound of ice breaking up or nails running down a chalkboard "Are we attacking mistress?" the imp asked, it face alight with the hope that Neve would let it play. The creature was small but with wicked horns,fangs and claws in loved fresh blood. Neve reached out and patted the creature absently. Her eyes on the rapidly approaching village. "The wolves need rest, tend to them then tend to the village" she declared. The imps green eyes lit with pleasure as it bowed its head obediently "Yes mistress"<br/>