Winter is beautiful, she thinks. The world is draped in a filament rope of immaculate white, and dainty fingers of sunlight caress her creation with exquisite esteem. It filters down from the overcast cast like a spotlight, and the snow glitters palely beneath it like a crystalline ballroom. Steam funnels from the maiden's nostrils in tumescent plumes as she beholds the wintry artwork, eyes of deep, oceanic blue glimmering faintly in the early morning light.