The queen of ice sat on the snowy beach as the sun started to set and smiled to herself. As her wings spread behind her she took in the chill air of the arctic landscape around her and smiled wider. "Welcome to my web, said the spider to the fly," she coos as she notices the white tiger approaching, thick fur protecting him from the arctic chill.

A very very very late birthday present for Emira

Emira © Herself
art © me