Every court needs must have a place of power that sustains the powerful mantles that the fae-folk bear upon their shoulders. Without them, they are no longer the supreme rulers of their fate, but snowflakes lost in the storm - doomed to fall down sooner or later.
Ys Mheg, the land of the Winter Court, is a mountain of dazzling snow. Ever has it been shrouded by mist. It is this dense fog that marks the boundary of the faerie kingdom, spelling woe upon an unwelcome traveler. Those that bear ill will are welcomed into the grave of frigid clouds that hug steep slopes and dance with creaking trees. Here, towards the pinnacle that rises towards heavens, flow the souls of the dead in northern Aldenard and it is their whispers that echo across this land, twined with the songs of the fae.
For eons the dense forests and the unreachable peak were a solitary isle on the face of Coerthas. Those who disturbed it would come out, unchanged, decades later; return with gifts of precious fur and bone. With tales of magical faeries that dance with the departed by the bonfires.
This has changed after the 7th Umbral Calamity, when the boundaries of the mystic mists have expanded rapidly, solidifying the erupting Astral Ice energies into their domain. Although this expansion has lessened the impact of the freezing storm upon the lands of Ishgard, even the powerful Dran Myhk cannot completely avoid the incredible disaster of an Umbral Calamity. Many lesser fae, such as Frost Pixies and Whisps have been imbalanced by the dramatic increase of Astral Ice in their domain.