Second book. Continuation of a fascinating story. I never thought that I would love snow. And the frost that stings your cheeks and draws twisted patterns on the mirrors. And if they had told me that snowflakes could talk, I would have sent the joker through the dark forest to look for Little Red Riding Hood, because I didn’t believe in fairy tales. But that was then, and now... Now I am the mistress of the Crystal Ridge. You can send me into a dark forest, but it won’t change my reality...