(1112) Coronation of Winter

[Jag]

As the crown is placed on Katrin's brow, the entire room falls silent for a moment, which seems to last forever. The staff of the Four Seasons watches the Queen carefully, as does Harvey and Swilla. With what had happened during the two previous Winter Coronations, it isn't unusual for folks to be a bit on edge.

However, the moment of silence is broken up as a loud gust of wind fills the throne room. The temperature seems to drop even more as the chilling winter wind is felt by all around. Suddenly, a few snowflakes begin to fall within the room; quite the rare sight in a place like Sacramento, but such is the power of the Wyrd.

As the Hollow finally seems to assume its new form, Harvey and the staff of the Four Seasons finally seem to relax at the confirmation that the seasons have officially changed. "Long live the Queen," calls out Mr. Bates, followed by the rest of the hotel's staff and Harvey.

[Kathritana]

Regina shouts "Long live the Queen" a beat after the rest, enjoying the beautiful but simple ceremony. She isn't sure why everyone in the room suddenly became so tense, or why the tension fled once the queen was crowned, but she decides not to worry about it. A quick look at the people around her reassures her. They didn't look all that tense, which helps her feel safe.

When a snowflake falls on her hand, her blue eyes widen slightly. She couldn't remember the last time she had seen snow, and part of her lifted in joy at the sight. It was cold, beautiful, and wonderful.

Regina laughs in delight, doing a quick spin with her face lifted to the sky so the falling snow lands on her face. She shivers briefly from the cold, but shrugs it off in her joy. It's snowing, and she loves it with an almost childlike innocence, even if only for a moment.

She prefers spring, but even winter has it high points.

[Katrin Byeli]

The Winter Queen remains silent when the crown is placed on her brow by the Autumn Sovereign, but smiles as she bares witness to the signs of his season transitioning to hers. Once this is done, she stands up from her throne to address those gathered around her.

"Lost of Sacramento; I will be brief in what I want to say," she says as she glances around the room, letting her gaze meet that of each Changeling standing in the throne room. "As Winter's time is upon us, let us embrace sorrow, yes?" She takes a pause letting her words sink in for a moment. "Mourn those who are no longer with us, but do not forget them or the sacrifices they made."

There's another pause, this one a little longer than the previous one.

"Winter helps us hide from Them, no? So don't forget to hide your true natures when you walk about. We still have enemies of this Freehold walking about freely, yes? So be wise and do not put yourselves out there. Do not take unnecessary risks." She glances around the room again, her beautiful eyes watching the reactions of each Fae present. "While Winter is a season for mourning, I do not wish to mourn any of those present here today in the near future, yes?" The perfect features of her face seem to lack any signs of emotion as she says these last words.

Silence fills the room once again, and then the Freehold's new Queen takes her rightful seat on the throne without saying anything else.