Editing Winter Court

The Winter Court is cold—but not merely in temperature. It is a frigid stillness of the soul, the echo of loneliness in a snow-blanketed forest, the silence before the scream. Ruled by '''Queen Mab''', the Queen of Air and Darkness, Winter is power honed to a razor's edge: beautiful, merciless, and utterly uncompromising.

Where Summer thrives on passion and growth, Winter embodies restraint, survival, and the cruel necessity of endings. Its agents are the enforcers of the '''Unseelie Accords''', its warriors the blades wielded in shadow. In Winter, nothing is given freely—everything has a cost, and every favor echoes down the years like the drip of ice in a silent cave.

To mortals, Winter may seem monstrous: dark creatures in the frost, pale-faced nobles with shark-like smiles, and whispers in the wind that freeze the blood. But Winter is not evil. It is balance. It is the counterpoint to fire, the sleep that follows harvest, the death that makes room for new life.

Its halls, hidden deep within the '''Nevernever''', are wrought from sculpted frost and frozen starlight. Mirrors reflect not what you are—but what you ''fear'' to be. The courtiers of Winter speak in riddles, and even their laughter carries barbs. Beauty in Winter is a trap, elegance wrapped in danger.

Yet for all its menace, Winter is loyal to its nature. A deal struck is a deal honored. An enemy named is an enemy hunted. And if you are desperate enough, brave enough—or foolish enough—you may find in Winter not just ruin, but the strength to endure.

After all… '''nothing survives the cold unless it’s strong.'''