The snow covered ground sparkled like diamonds and glitter. Ice crystals hung from the dormant trees branches, and snowflakes floated silently to the ground, like soft feathers. Winter Court was beautiful, cold, and gleaming with fresh snow today. The bright red of the Winterberry bushes that grew around the castle were a magnificent contrast to the white wonderland. And so where the glorious Witch hazel trees, whose flowers blazed like little suns in the midst of the everlasting winter that was Marzanna's Court. Her favorite part of the whole Castle was the frosted gardens, and the frozen roses. That was were she was at this moment, in the gardens enjoying the crisp frigid air, admiring the frosted evergreens, and newly bloomed snowdrops. 

Marzanna wore a dark Prussian blue [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/e1/5d/da/e15dda54be04898f1e2bb9a4c91e92c9.jpg]gown[/url], that was intricately beaded on the sleeves, and along the front with black and blue gems. A sweeping train and a deep V neckline made up the rest of the dress. Her black velvet cloak, had raven feathers sewn around the collar, it had been her mothers, and Marzanna had been wearing it for centuries. Dark colors made up most of her wardrobe. She had gowns, and jewelry from every human era she had been alive for, and she had fae designs too. The one gown she wore now had been a gift from her father's new wife a few decades back. 

Tonight a peace Gathering was to be held among the fae rulers. Peace never lasted long among the courts, but without such gatherings as tonight they would all constantly be at war with one another, and the human world would be in shambles. So it was a necessary, but none less of an annoyance. On another note, Marzanna could feel something in the air change, is smelled like a mysteries tension, with a hint of the rotting leaves of autumn. She quickly made her way into the winter palace, her home.

The ice palace was centered in the winter lands, next to a frozen lake. It is built of finely carved stone, magic, ice, and white marble with silver veins. The palace was tall, twisted, and magnificent. The exterior resembled the neo-gothic style of the human's St. Patrick's Cathedral in New York, but a tad more fanciful, and unnatural with its glistening white walls, gleaming crystal spires, and colorful stained glass. The surrounding evergreens and winter foliage helped make the rather intimidating castle look a bit more inviting. 

Marzanna had the interior decorated to her liking with fine velvets, furs, and silk tapestries making up much of the decor. Her throne room was one of pure beauty. The pillars that lined it were made up of huge geodes, with the polished brownish rock sliced to show its spectacular frosted lavender crystals to the world. The ceiling was forty feet high and at its center was a long jagged rift that opened to the sky, letting in the light and falling snowflakes. Her own throne looked as if it was made of glass, and iridescent opal. Three huge chandeliers aligned down the long room floated above, affixed to nothing but magic. The candles were lit with blue glowing flames, that did not create the dreadful heat that melted and destroyed, but rather hummed and flickered soft winter lullabies. The stone walls throughout the palace had intricate patterns etched into them, similar to snowflakes, mandalas, and lace. Every tall dome ceiling in the place was hand painted to depict the histories and stories of the fae realm. 

Walking into her chambers she consulted the large silver mirror. Images of where that gathering tonight would take place appeared before her, as did some of the happenings in the realm. The short glimpse of Fall court affirmed Marzanna's suspicions, King Falk was starting up The Wylde Hunt. The Peace meeting was soon, so she had no idea what King Falk was thinking, or going after for that matter. She always took the sound of the horns, and howls as a justified warning from Fall. He was powerful and old, and so far no one could stand it his way. Marzanna's best interest was to stay on Fall's good side. She was no coward, but she knew how to pick the battles she could win. Fall and Winter were not allies, but they were also not enemies. In fact the two seasons that made up the unseelie court were rather neutral at the moment. Marzanna hoped to change that at tonight peace meeting, but that really all depending on Falk.