Margaret was admiring all of the lovely décor of the party. Plenty of hard work must have been put in to create such beauty. The mistletoe were pretty, though she tried to avoid being caught under one. It was frosty, and she had shivered every once in a while. Not too much, but a bit. The bonfires were nice, as were the hot drinks.

At the moment she was admiring a lovely ice sculpture of a deer. Such a beautiful creature. She smiled as she thought about how detailed the sculpture was. Especially for ice. It must have been enchanted or made by someone especially gifted in their craft. Her attention was more on the sculpture than on her surroundings. So she hadn't moved out of the way when someone tripped, and they both fell down. She shrieked in shock before hitting the ground and her breathe being knocked out of her.