It was so light here, yet she barely opened her eyes. They were covered in frost, a gift of the winter season. She awoke, her black eyelashes stuck together from the cold temperatures. All she wore, whilst lying in the fluffy, white snow, was a dress. A dress woven of lace and the finest silk, one even she would never be able to get her hands on in other circumstances. But this instance was different. She was stranded in the winterwood...All Rights Reserved