The river was frozen solid. Standing upon the icy back she stood out cruel and beautiful against the never-ending stretches of white pillowy down. Overhead, crystallized water drifted down, peppering her coat in it’s cold remnants.  She disliked winter. It was too bright. The sun reflected off of every surface making it nearly impossible to hide – and she was not easily hidden when the day was favorable. Although petite in figure, her fully matured wins and her crown of horns sharpened her edges and added to her mass ominously.
 
Gazing about herself she found that she was completely alone, all sane creatures flooding to the warmth of the trees. Tangled around her ankles, her red aura clung to her as though feeding off her warmth for survival. She could feel its hunger for fresh fear, to feed off the unsuspecting.
 
The queen rarely wandered beyond the reaches of her forest, responsibilities keeping her mind preoccupied. It was refreshing to step away and see the world that lingered just beyond her borders. New creatures in search of belonging awaited her discovery. Should they prove themselves worthy, Sylva was more than happy to offer itself.