Winter's thrall [14/52]
Cold flowed into her, rolling through her like an icy wave, churning until it suddenly stopped and lay quiet - a fathomless frozen pool surrounded by ice-laden trees and unmarred white fields.
The words came to her from the white world, sliding through her lips like a winter wind, "I am the Winter Queen".
Wicked Lovely - Melissa Marr
From the same day as this. Oh my gosh, I love having this much time on my hands to take/edit photos!