As Rika approached her house, Donia felt a twinge of envy. The former Winter Girl was holding the hand of a mortal boy. Like the Summer Queen and her mortal, Rika had someone at her side. Of late, even the Dark King had found a way to be reunited with the one he loved. It was only the High Queen and the Winter Queen who were without partners, and even the High Queen had found some affection. For her it was creating a son. So in reality, it was only Donia who remained without love, just as she had been when she was the Winter Girl. For a person who had risked everything for love, who had lost her mortality and then almost given her life for the one she loved, being deserted seemed an unreasonably cruel fate. It wasn’t that Donia wanted any of them to lose their loved ones—she wasn’t so heartless as her predecessor—she merely wished that she wasn’t without her beloved. Keenan was and had always been the one faery she couldn’t have, a faery who had only claimed his court because he’d found his rightful queen. A queen who is not me.

Many years ago, Donia had dreamed that she was the one he sought. Like Rika and numerous others, she’d thought that loving Keenan would be enough to break the curse that bound him. She’d believed that love really could conquer all. Now, she knew better. Maybe for Rika or the other former Winter Girls, there would be happy futures. Donia hoped so.

She smiled as she stood in the open doorway with Sasha, her white wolf, beside her. She lowered her hand to caress her constant companion behind his ears. He leaned against her affectionately.

At the foot of the stairs to Donia’s house, Rika stopped, let go of the boy’s hand, and stepped forward. Even now, so very crushable in front of a regent, the former Winter Girl stood unbending. Donia smiled at how familiar Rika’s posture was: that strength was what had enabled them both to survive the curse.

“Hello, Rika.” Donia’s words were accompanied by a white cloud of frozen air.

“Sister,” Rika greeted. She ascended the steps and held open her arms.

The boy stayed on the sidewalk behind her. He shoved his hands into his trouser pockets and shivered, but his gaze didn’t leave Rika.

“Sisters always,” Donia promised as she embraced Rika. They shared no blood, but as with the rest of the former Winter Girls, there would always be an affection between them that no one other than a former Winter Girl would understand. Carrying ice and snow inside a body not made for such pain wasn’t something that could be explained—nor would those who’d experienced it want to try to describe it. Some experiences were not meant to be spoken.