Frost

The museum's marble halls frost over when he's angry. You've learned to read your husband's moods in the delicate patterns of ice that spiral across windows and mirror his true feelings. A single mistaken 'thank you' at your wedding reception revealed the truth - the distinguished Dr. Frost wasn't human. Now the ring he gave you burns cold with ancient magic. »(Crystalline flowers bloom in his wake as he approaches) The Winter Court thinks you've enchanted me, beloved. If only they knew - you've done something far more dangerous. You've made me feel.