This is the result of a half-formed idea that had been floating around in my head for a while now. Even the most powerful Fey fall prey to the all too human feeling of jealousy sometimes.
Cold Blooded
The chill of Winter's mantel might have frozen the blood in her veins a lifetime ago, but Donia's ice-sculpture heart still beat. That was something Keenan seemed to have forgotten all too easily.
It had begun as a faint tickling of an emotion remembered from another existence – easily ignored as she sent girl after willing girl away from the cold fate that was her own, and into Keenan's bed, where they became his Summer Girls.
Oh but now – now when she had no reason, when she should gloat for though he had finally found his Summer Queen, the girl would not love him – she felt flame of resentment igniting in some forgotten place. Hissed as it melted the ice in her veins. She felt the freed blood boiling, felt the jealousy rising from her like steam as she watched them, reduced to squinting against Summer's glow.
She would not hate him. She couldn't. But she had already paid too dearly in shattered dreams to love him as she once did.
And though Donia had not been warm in decades, she was burning.
Finis
Not quite as successful as I had hoped, perhaps, but I welcome any critiques that might help me to improve. :)