It was as if Winter Woods was calling for her.

After her argument with her mother, Reina had found no reason to stay near the Pixie Dust Tree and had let her wings bring her wherever it pleased, until she realized she had come to the outskirt of Autumn Forest, facing the Winter Woods just across the river, with a single root bridge to connect the two seasons.

To stand to close, to know that the only thing holding her back now was herself, Reina gave into the calling and stepped onto the bridge until the invisible line was only a reach away.

And that was exactly what she did.

Her hand reached forward, and cold instantly surrounded her exposed skin, and though she felt it, it failed to bother her in any way.

It was as natural as any warm season against her body.

Her feet moved forward until she fully stood in Winter Woods, and as her wings met the cold, they turned from sparkling golden into white as snow just as her hair turned just as white.

This had made her gasp in surprise, as she was sure neither wings nor hair was not supposed to do any of that.

Yet she had no time to question any of it as the rustling behind her prompted her to fly away, to be out of sight before anyone could have seen her.

She wasn't sure what she would do now that she was actually in Winter Woods, perhaps trying to blend in was her best option, as whatever had happened to her appearance had made sure that she did not stand out. Sure the shape of her wings was a stretch, but surely she could make a lie or two about it.

Besides, should her mother have realized of her disappearance from the warm seasons and sent winter fairies to search for her, they would be searching for a golden-brown haired, golden winged Princess.

And she has neither of those, at the moment.

He couldn't possibly forget those eyes.

It was part of his duties to watch over Winter Woods, riding his trusted snowy owl, to see what the fairies were up to.

When he had landed at the South part of the Winter Woods, where fairies and sparrowmen were laying down rolls of snow onto the branches, his eyes was wide when he saw those wings.

Big, butterfly-like wings only monarch would have, among the winter fairies.

And when she turned around, those blue eyes staring back at him, he knew those eyes anywhere.

The eyes that she shared with her mother besides her wings and her looks, the same eyes that had once belonged to the tiny little baby he had held in his arms years ago.

Though he had not expected for her wings and hair to be as white as snow.

"Reina."

The girl had an expression of shock when he had called her by her name, though she had masked it just as he approached her. "Yes...?"

"I am Lord Milori, surely you have heard of me, Princess."

Colors drained from Reina's face as her eyes widened. Of course she had to meet the lord of Winter Woods, the one person that certainly knew of her title and all, the one person that was not supposed to find her. "Of course I have." Eyes darting around, she saw the surprise look on the other fairies and sparrowmen after her title has been put forward. "I supposed I am caught red-handed then."

Lord Milori nodded his head. "You must return back home, no warm fairies are allowed here, it is dangerous for you."

"But I'm fine, I'm more than fine." She insisted, because it was true. Surely, seeing at how long she had been in the Winter Woods, her wings would have been broken by now. Yet it hasn't, she wasn't even sure it could, there was something in her that kept her immune to the cold.

"I'm taking you back to the border." Grabbing her by the wrist, Milori dragged her along with him while the Princess was powerless against his strong grip. He would have taken his owl, but he feared the girl would escape by flying, besides it was not that far from where they were anyway. "A rule is a rule, Reina."

"You sound like my mother."

"Then I supposed I shouldn't find the need to remind you again." He looked over his shoulder at her, brown eyes unshaken by glaring blue ones. "This is for your own good."

Her heart dropped at the sight before her.

After the scout fairy that she has sent to fetch Reina for her reported back that she couldn't find the Princess anywhere, Queen Clarion had head to the border between Autumn and Winter, wishing that she was mistaken yet would not be as surprised should she find her daughter truly there.

And she was.

Dragged by the wrist by Lord Milori, obviously fuming after being caught and on her way of being returned back to the warm seasons, she really wished that they wouldn't have met under this circumstance.

And oh her wings and hair...

The Ministers that had come with her all expressed and voiced their shock of seeing the different appearance of the Princess and the fact that her wings remained intact despite having crossed the border.

Coming onto the bridge, standing just at the edge of Autumn, she waited until Lord Milori came face to face with her with Reina standing behind him.

"You must be looking for her." He nudged the Princess forward until she had crossed over, her wings turning back into it's golden shimmering color while her hair returned into the golden-brown color.

"Thank you, Lord Milori." The Queen nodded before turning to look at her daughter. "You and I will have a long 'Queen to rule-offender' talk later, young lady. Now go to the nursing-talent fairies and have yourself checked." Deep down she knew Reina was fine, but a mother would always worry for her child, and truthfully she had feared that this part of Reina was not strong enough to keep her away from the cold.

"I'm fine." Reina huffed, but upon seeing the sharp glare that her mother rarely ever had on her face, she shut her mouth and nodded. "Yes Mother." She murmured before flying away, followed by the gathering audiences until all that was left was Queen Clarion and Lord Milori.

"Thank you." This time, it was more heartfelt than before as the Queen gave a sad smile to the man standing before her.

Nodding his head, the silver haired sparrowman had a similar sad expression. "Take care of her."

"I will."