Periwinkle was amazed by the warm side of Pixie Hollow. Everything was so different than in the Winter Woods. So lively! Plants grew tall, and trees were covered with thick green leaves. Animals of all shapes, sizes, and colors scampered about. But the best part was seeing the fish. They really did swim in melted ice!

Clank and Bobble kept the snowmaker cranking a steady stream of snowflakes over Periwinkle everywhere she went—even while she floated down the river on a lily pad. As they drifted down the stream, Tinker Bell glanced up at the tree branches overhead. Silvermist, Rosetta, Fawn, Iridessa, and Vidia were hiding there. She winked, giving them the signal. It was time to show her sister what the warm-weather fairies could really do.

Silvermist went first. She dipped her hand in the stream and created a water arc above the sisters’ heads. When Periwinkle looked up, she was delighted to see fish swimming in a bubble of water right over her.

Rosetta was up next. She flew ahead of Tinker Bell and Periwinkle and made an entire field of flowers burst into bloom. Periwinkle gasped when she saw all the colors. Then Tinker Bell motioned to Fawn. At a signal from the animal fairy, hundreds of butterflies filled the air.

“Butterflies!” Periwinkle exclaimed.

“Surprise!” Tink’s friends cried, all flying down at once.

“Your friends did all this?” Periwinkle asked.

“They wanted to surprise you,” Tinker Bell explained proudly. “Everyone, this is Periwinkle, my sister.”

“This is so exciting,” Silvermist said, clapping her hands together.

Then Rosetta stepped forward. “Hello,” she said in a loud, slow voice, as though Periwinkle wouldn’t understand her language. “It—is—nice—to—meet—you. I—am—Rosetta. This—is…”

Vidia rolled her eyes. “Ro, she’s a winter fairy. She’s not from the moon.”

“Oh, right,” Rosetta said, embarrassed. Her cheeks flushed. “I’m just so excited.”

Periwinkle smiled. “It’s great to meet all of you.”

Silvermist flew in closer. “This is so remarkable!” She looked back and forth between Tinker Bell and Periwinkle. “You two are sisters!”

Vidia put her arm around Periwinkle. “A little fairy-to-fairy advice,” she whispered. “Tink can be a bit tricky to get along with at times.”

“Yeah,” Tinker Bell said sarcastically. “Look who’s talking.”

“We can’t believe you’re over here,” Fawn chimed in, changing the subject.

“So are you cold enough?” Iridessa asked.

Periwinkle did a little spin inside her cone of snow. “It’s perfect,” she said.

“Oh, I nearly forgot!” Rosetta exclaimed. “This is for you. It’s called a periwinkle also.” She handed the winter fairy a delicate blue flower.

“Thank you. I’ll keep it forever.” Periwinkle said. She waved her hand across the flower, and instantly it was encased in a thin layer of frost.

The warm-weather fairies were amazed.

“It’s frost,” Tinker Bell explained. “She and her friends practice in the Frost Forest. You should see it.”

The fairies continued chattering excitedly. They couldn’t believe Tinker Bell actually had a sister! But as they talked, they didn’t notice Periwinkle’s wings slowly beginning to droop.

Suddenly, the frost fairy sank to the ground. “I don’t feel so…” she said weakly.

“Periwinkle!” Tinker Bell cried. She rushed to her sister’s side.

“My wings,” Periwinkle whispered, frightened. The frost fairy’s wings were beginning to wilt! “I can’t feel them. I think they’re too warm.”

Bobble looked up at the snowmaker. He was pedaling quickly to keep the snow coming. But he realized that the snowflakes were starting to dwindle.

“It’s running out of ice!” Clank exclaimed.

“We have to get her back to the border,” Fawn declared.

Periwinkle gazed up at Tinker Bell. “What about the queen?” she said in a small voice.

“There’s no time,” Tinker Bell exclaimed. She turned to Clank and Bobble. “Clank, grab some ice. We’ll wrap her wings.”

Everyone sprang into action, scraping up fallen snow to surround Peri’s drooping wings. Together, they all pushed the snowmaker toward the border.

“Come on,” Iridessa cried. “We can do this!”

Bobble pedaled as fast as his legs could go.

“We’re almost there,” Tinker Bell called out. She turned to Periwinkle. “Not much farther,” she said. But her heart sank when she saw the strained look on Periwinkle’s face. They were running out of time.

Just as the machine used up the last bit of ice and the snowflakes stopped coming, Tinker Bell and Vidia tumbled with Periwinkle back across the border. The winter fairy fell to the ground the minute they crossed the bridge. She was too weak to even stand.

Tinker Bell helped unwrap her sister’s wings. When the snow fell away, Tink’s hand flew to her mouth. Instead of being iridescent and sparkling, Periwinkle’s wings were brown and wilted.

Just then, the fairies caught sight of Lord Milori. He swooped down on his snowy owl and hurried toward the injured frost fairy.

“Please,” Tinker Bell begged, “can you help her?”

“Tink,” Vidia said urgently. It was getting too cold for them. Vidia quickly pulled Tinker Bell back across the border to safety.

On the winter side, Lord Milori knelt down beside Periwinkle and placed his hands on her shoulders. His face was filled with concern. “Gently,” he said in a soft voice. “Lift your wings. Let the cold surround them.”

Slowly, Periwinkle raised her wings. Little by little, as the cold air swirled around her, Peri’s wings began to regain their shimmer and color. She tried to flutter them, and sighed with relief when they worked.

“You’re okay.” Tinker Bell exhaled, leaning back against Vidia. “Your wings are okay.”

“This is why we do not cross the border,” Lord Milori said quietly.

“No, it could have worked!” Periwinkle protested. “We just needed a bigger piece of ice.”

Lord Milori shook his head sadly. “And when that was gone?” he asked.

Periwinkle started to reply, but then realized she didn’t know what to say.

“Your wings could have broken,” the Lord of Winter continued.

“But they didn’t,” Periwinkle replied. “I’m fine.” She pointed to Tinker Bell and her friends on the other side of the bridge. “Thanks to them.”

Lord Milori looked at Tinker Bell and the other warm-weather fairies. His expression grew harder. “The rule is there to protect you,” he said to Tink and Peri. “I’m sorry. You two may never see each other again.” He stood to leave.

“Please don’t do this,” Periwinkle begged. “We belong together.”

“We’re sisters!” Tinker Bell shouted. “We were born of the same laugh.”

At this, Lord Milori paused. Then he looked back. “All the more reason you should want to keep each other safe,” he said.

A tear escaped from Periwinkle’s eye. How could the best day of her life be ending so horribly?

“Come on, Tink,” Vidia urged. “Let’s go home.”

But Tinker Bell felt angry and hurt. She glared at Lord Milori. “No! Lord Milori, your rule will not keep us apart!” she shouted forcefully.

“Tinker Bell, this is not Lord Milori’s rule,” a voice suddenly said behind them. Tink turned to see Queen Clarion standing a short distance away. “It’s mine.”

“Queen Clarion?” Tinker Bell asked. She couldn’t believe that her own queen was keeping her from her sister.

“I’m sorry,” the queen replied.

Tinker Bell and Periwinkle looked at one another across the border. Their plan to be together was falling apart.

“You should get deeper into the cold,” Lord Milori instructed Periwinkle.

But Periwinkle couldn’t bear it. She rushed to the edge of the border and threw her arms around her sister. They had been so happy together during the day, and now they weren’t sure if they’d ever see each other again. Periwinkle squeezed her sister tight, and they hugged for a long while. Then Periwinkle flew away. Tinker Bell watched her go. With slumped shoulders, she followed her friends back into the Autumn Forest.

Queen Clarion and Lord Milori were left alone on the bridge. The queen looked up at him, and her eyes grew sad. She turned to fly away.

Without a word, Lord Milori mounted his owl and rose high into the air. But before he headed deeper into winter, he steered his owl to swoop down and knock the snowmaker off the bridge. The machine tumbled into the riverbed below. He wanted to be certain that no fairy would ever try such a dangerous stunt again.

His owl flapped its wings, and they flew off into the cold. As Lord Milori disappeared over the horizon, he didn’t see the machine land next to a waterfall at the bottom of the riverbed. One by one, large chunks of ice began to feed into the grater. And little by little, the ice turned into frosty snowflakes that quietly blew across the border and into the Autumn Forest.