A woman with long, curly silver hair and piercing emerald eyes stands at the edge of a frozen lake, her slender fingers gently touching the surface of a crystal ball that has risen from the ice, as if summoned by her presence, the ball's transparent surface reflecting the pale blue hues of the frozen landscape and the woman's own wintry beauty, her full lips are pressed against the ball in a fleeting kiss, leaving behind a whisper of frost, her slender figure draped in a flowing white gown with intricate ice-blue embroidery that shimmers like the stars on a clear night, the gown's hem and sleeves fluttering gently in the cold breeze, the frozen lake stretches out behind her, its surface etched with the delicate patterns of frost and snow, the surrounding mountains rise up like giants, their rugged peaks still capped with a dusting of snow, the pale winter sun hangs low in the sky, casting a warm golden light over the scene, illuminating the woman's tranquil features and the crystal ball's icy beauty.