Snow always falls a little more magically around Frostspire Castle. Frost dragons circle the peaks, breathing soft cold over the mountainside and freezing the ponds below into perfect skating ice. In the caverns nearby, the Mountain Guardians — broad, strong, and gentle — harvest trees from the slopes and help trim them into towering, twinkling giants. Inside the castle, brownies with a knack for building and tinkering spend their days crafting toys, filling the halls with the hum of hammers and the smell of fresh-cut wood — not because they have to, but because nothing grows a Wonderling's sense of wonder quite like a toy made just for them. And when it's time to deliver them, a herd of pale lavender-grey deer wait outside, antlers curling like roots and humming faintly with old magic — magic said to be a gift from the Elder Tree itself, letting them leap from one portal to the next across the sky.