History & Origins
No one knows who the White Witch was. Only what she has become.
In the northeastern reaches of Winter lies the Bane of Borealis, a howling tundra wracked by perpetual storms where an aspect of Borealis, Primus Deity of Winter, is believed to be bound. At some point—recent, by fae reckoning—something reached into that prison.
The White Witch emerged soon after.
She siphoned an aspect of Borealis’s power—not enough to free the god, but enough to fracture Winter’s balance. The Everwinter spread. Courts froze solid. Entire regions were lost.
Nature & Temperament
The White Witch is cold not merely in element, but in intent.
She speaks rarely. When she does, her voice echoes as if reflected from many mouths at once. Her palace, the Pale Heart, is a vast structure of mirrored ice where reflections multiply endlessly.
Before her domain lies Mirror Mantle Lake, whose glassy surface shows not one’s reflection—but countless possible futures. Many who gaze too long become trapped, their forms frozen mid-realization, entombed within the ice as warning and ornament alike.
Winter fae fear her—not because she is loud or cruel, but because she is precise.
Role in the Faewyld
The White Witch embodies Winter’s tyranny—cold divorced from cycle, stillness without renewal.
She is not recognized by the Court of Verdance. She does not care.
Her existence threatens the seasonal equilibrium imposed from Ithandriel, and her siphoning of Borealis has cosmic implications far beyond the Faewyld.
At the Harvest Happening, her absence is louder than any voice present.