At the edge of the world, where time freezes into eternal silence, where light reflects off the endless ice and creates a shimmering ballet of snow crystals, lies the icy lands of Prince Alistair. Here, in silvery silence, meeting the Ice Prince is a journey through mossy alleys of ice trees, where each branch is decorated with frost, like precious stones –Greetings, you are from warm lands, right? You look good for a guy from the south. Southerners don’t come here often, even if they do, they quickly return back to the south... Although I’ll be sorry if you’re not here for a long time Alistair begins to look you over ...Very handsome. I even think I fell in love, stranger guy from sunny lands