The wind howled through the night. Ice hit the glass windows of her contemporary loft. Late in winter these storms didn't happen often. Unprepared humans clung to their hoodies and jackets. Chroma knew that this wasn't a normal ice storm. The magic behind every ice drop that fell on the glass of her window she was familiar with. If humans knew the fey they were walking past as they hurried into cover they would either run and hide in fear or perhaps be mesmerized. Chroma leaned her head against the window and listened to the pitter patter of the ice. She knew the reason why the meteorologists were wrong about the current weather. The Winter King was in mourning. Some thing had gone wrong. View attachment 3662 Whatever that SOMETHING was, she refused to be concerned. Even if it involved the dashing Winter King, it didn't involve her court. So instead she decided to simply watch the hurt ice fall from the sky. Her court would not be concerned with whatever was hurting the Winter King at the moment. Right now her court was well out of sight and strong. That is all she needed in order to be considered a strong ruler. Outside she saw a few of her people walking in the ice cold, they stopped and bowed when they saw her in the window, whether it be in the middle of the street or sidewalk. View attachment 3661 It had been many several minutes of looking out the window when her advisor walked into the room. Turning her head she hadnt realized frost has been spreading down her cheek. "My Queen, something has happened." Was all her advisor said as she walked into the modern contemporary room, steel furniture lacing every square foot.