Of all the Fey courts, the Winter is the least friendly to humankind. Its ruler, the Prince of Frost, is son of Tiandra herself, queen of the Summer Fey. Once he was Prince of the Sun, but now his heart burns as cold as his might palace, the Fortress of Frozen Tears. His contempt for mortals is absolute, but oddly enough, one praise is always sung of him; he is not unnecessarily cruel. Even gentle leprechauns will taunt mortals for no reason beyond sport, but the Prince of Frost will either leave you alone, or kill you at once. Games are not his style.
A thousand and one tales are spread as to what froze the Prince’s heart. Some say his unknown father was a Devil. Others speak of lost love, or a hag’s cursed mirror. Tales can be told from can to can’t, and as yet no true answer has been discovered.
Fey among the Winter Court are any of ice, cold, dark, or sleep. Though the Prince of Frost is the uncontested strongest, they all have a far greater degree of autonomy than either the Green or Summer courts. Until and unless their collective interests are impacted in a significant way, the Prince doesn’t care to enforce any sort of code upon his brethren.