Towering over cliffs to face out on a cold salt ocean is the Ice Castle. The land around it is hard; lifeless. In its great halls, birds are held in moments of grace by sparkling ice. Forest creatures of all kinds are statues in the peripheral, and every foyer sprouts droplets of water in mid leap from delicate fountains. What has happened here, with cold beauty and icy glee? And who had done this? The quiet creeps... Will you embrace the bosom of eternal sleep and dream of waking to the spring?
