Scarlett had frozen it in hoarfrost. Unlike hoarfrost the way mortals knew it, this was Fae hoarfrost. In the Fae Courts, he would have been able to melt it with his fire gifts, but here, nothing would melt it. Not only that, the branches were black, like they’d been burned first. No, not burned, because the blackness seemed to swirl within the ice, as if it were ashes in a wind.
