The Witch of Winter went about her work, chilling the forest and frosting the bare trees. She summoned icy wind and glittering snow. The Autumnal Fairies had done their work, and the blazing red leaves crunched under her feet as she walked, bringing their reign to a close.
Every year the work was more difficult. Winter was just a little farther away as the humans believed more in their hot, noisy machines and less in magic. The forest was more resistant to her touch.
But she continued, undaunted. Nature required balance, and she would demonstrate in brilliant silver and white.

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