It's a little surprising; normally she is permitted to enter random forests of her own will. But not that much.
She starts walking, looking for whatever inane plot she will be required to participate in/thwart this time.
Eventually she sees a cottage. She makes for that--random houses in the woods are prime weird shit locales.
She knocks on the door. "Excuse me! I don't know what's going on here but I'd rather get it over with sooner rather than later so I can go home!"
"Fairies that breed, instead of just starting. I have no idea how they'd have lost the name thing if they came from Fairyland. Maybe they were pretending, to be polite."
"Well, they could also have been under orders not to use it. And plenty of fairies are breeders, maybe even most of them, but not most kinds. I'm not a breeder."
"It wouldn't have had to be her. Anyone with the fairy's name, or who'd fed them. There's someone calling herself the Winter Queen? Really? Presumptuous."
"...I'm not currently affiliated with a court, I started in a forest that's usually autumn, and anyone with even a medium-sized court who called herself something with 'Queen' in it would get some attention from the actual Queen if they did it in Fairyland, although it could be safe enough here."
"...I have no explanation. In Fairyland, there is a Queen, she knows all fairies' names but maintains a finite actual court for reasons of practicality, and other fairies collect names or feed one another and form smaller courts elsewhere with whoever the Queen doesn't want. There's no... seasonal division, and the names thing works with every kind of fairy."
"I suppose we must be, although it's really something that I've never heard of this entire other kind of mortal-world seasonal breeders."
"There are doorways--mostly in hilled areas, but not exclusively--that open and close based on things like the position of the stars and the turn of the seasons and the pull of the tides. I have heard that truly powerful fey mages can open new ones, and that all the doorways that exist were once created in this manner."
"It doesn't. Or at least it supposedly doesn't, I haven't tried any since I got here, but sources are consistent in saying that it doesn't work, the harmonics are wrong."
"Then..." Promise fixes her eyes on a spot in midair, frowning, and then a pinprick of light appears there. "...Oh. I should close my gate, then, since I can do it from this end."