Lying on the grass was a man of twenty eight years, wearing a dress of gossamer and lace. Standing above him was a boy of fourteen years, with his arms crossed. "Remind me why you're wearing a dress?"

AU. Warning: Genderbending. When Ingus gets lost in a blizzard and blacks out, he finds himself in a place, filled with eternal ice and snow. And in that place is a harpist, her abilities completely in sync with the subzero environment. Summary probably sucks, I know...the fic is better than this!

Drabble. Ingus and Sylvan can't help but see how similar they are to one another.