Something different shows on the gremlins face, Was it joy? Pleasure? Never the less for the unspeakable emotion twisting the gremlins face into a light smile "Be my guest, all of those in my court are free to take and use as they please- it does have a twin, and then an older and larger version as well- here and here." he points out the weapons on the wall. "However i do have a ... Different ... weapon i was going to offer." he walks over to a massive,  ornate wardrobe, what unspeakable beauty or terror may lay within this wardrobe is unknown, but it almost seems to whisper to songstress, as if something was calling out to her- its whisper soothing and calming. It whispers of pain and death- and the miracle of ending life slowly, and with agony unlike any other.  The winter king pulls the doors back to reveal his forte, the Fae Weapons. Here lay beautiful weapons that hum with extraordinary quality's, From a spear as bright and shining as the sun reflecting on ice, to a  long sword, waved and serrated... However all of these weapons are made of Iron. These would kill any Fae, human or otherwise that dared come within range. 

"If you dare, see these, And find the one that calls to you- With it i will reforge you into a perfect match- and with your devilish new partner, make you a weapon that bathes in blood and agony; A true nightmare to all that can see." The gremlin stands proudly to the side, gesturing over these weapons,  the whisper is hard to pin down- a closer look would be required. "Oh, and you can have  the  Fae-touched weapon form here... And the daggers." his eyes reflect the fire,  and in the light of the forge, even he has a beauty to him, unlike any other fae.