In the deepest nooks of my mind all stories take place in a white-silver world coated in snow and silenced with soft, knife-edged white powder. The ice queen rules there and has always reigned in pure silence, surrounded by pewter shadows and blue light. All is pale and too beautiful to be real. There is danger there, wolves and sharp edges and chilled bones. But it is the most beautiful place.
Ever since I was a girl this is the one place I have always gone back to. To me it is emptiness and magic. Purity, and depth.
Queen of the snow. What more is there?
(caittorok, abi-sweetheart, if i had wings, insanity plea, katherine squier, magic does happen, laughaway, when cookies scream)
