snow levitate

“This mission of yours is foolish.”
I whirled on Mab and willed the snow beneath my feet to bear me, and suddenly I was eye to eye with her, my nose literally a quarter inch from hers.
“I am the Winter Lady,” I said, and I spoke in the voice of Winter as I did.  Crystals of ice formed on every surface for ten feet in every direction.  “You chose me for the mantle.  And now the mantle is mine.”

Microfiction #6, The Good People