Moonsong Glacier sweetness never suits me

She rolled from side to side, reveling in the coolness she was not sure she would ever get to feel again. It was wonderful, regulating her body to a perfect temperature. She thought nothing could spoil her mood now, not even the call of a nearby stranger. She ceased her play immediately, ears tilting towards the source of the voice.

Sheepishly, the young wolf stood, bracing herself before shaking out her heavy locks. Frost crystals clung to her ivory fur, decorating her with rainbow glints wherever the sunlight was caught. "That is Snow Princess to you!" Came her playful retort, silver eyes alight with mischief. She pranced a few steps closer and stopped, tail waving in line with her rump. Her demands would certainly not be mistaken for seriousness, and she went along easily with her fairytale.

"What brings you to this ice field, o frost knight?" She canted her head and offered a dazzling smile befitting of winter royalty. If her time within her magical ice palace was limited, then she would not hesitate to make the most of it.