Ready to enter wonder-land of winter, an ephemeral glower exists only until eyes espy the matriarchal tree of illumination. Slight compunction arises for not inviting company to share in what the ice has to entice, so self turn-steps forward as a histrion into the first act’s scene, where a rooted audience cheers the presence of the story’s snowy queen. Sunshiners will not be caught in this gelid air, but so much bright might just convince them to reappear. A walk, some talk, a ride, turned tide: play will end in bow. But, an encore is always welcome and entrance stands ready to send off to next warmthful wow. ; )