A little woman is what you spy, Porcelain flesh and a tossed head of snowy white hair! Eyes like coals and a button nose and a - wait...okay all similarities of Frosty the snowman aside...

This little lady is just barely stretching above four feet tall, even with her boots. The general look, the one with that Frosty-appeal, is of course her natural shape. It is that shape that boasts all the usual Changeling features, or lack-there-of. Practically pigmentless flesh, unmarred by scars or blemishes, and those pools of ink for eyes, staring with a surprisingly gargantuan amount of life.

The woman's voice is a chorus of masculine and feminine tones, blurring together in a jolly manner. Chiming more with feminine than masculine most of the time, though the occasional hiccup in the scheme of things does tend to produce hilarious results in the ways of ... well ...sounding as deep as some great large man.

It should be said that the above descriptions depict her in a natural state, and this woman is entirely up to changing it whenever. Such is the way of changelings!

Lights schmights, let's just Roleplay and shit will occur.