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After leaving the Sleeping Woods behind, possibly leaving behind a few large fragments of the devil's mirror, fragments that the Snow Queen had no intention of recapturing after her run in with the feral sprite, and recouperating from the pixies attack.
The Snow Queen didn't want to incur the wrath of the Faerie Queen, so she left the warm and dangerous woods, to the cooler mountains. Where she was free to let her snow fall. Free to set up her camp, and wait for her wounds to heal. She felt at home here in the mountains, the crisp cold air reminded her of her castle made of ice. One of the only memories she had. This memory she cherished. Petting Bae and the other reindeer she started a small fire. Not so much for her warmth. Yet, her reindeer were still reindeer, even though they were enchanted reindeer, and as we all know reindeer still need rest and warmth from the cold.
The Snow Queen was at home here in her camp. It was a warm and inviting scene to see her and her reindeer here. In her wounded state the Snow Queen didn't appear to be much of a threat.
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