Every winter is born in the Realm of Frost, condensing from the nights of old, their lingering breezes and gusts of cold air. Some winters barely catch a touch of frost, others pack themselves full of snow. But all of them need to be broken free before they are born.
The Frost Daughters estimate, evaluate and finally decide when a winter is ready to be freed. They keep an eye on how cold its sphere becomes, how active the glittering blue lights are, how big it grows.
When they feel it is ready, all it takes is a touch and … Read more →