As long as you can remember, there has only been one picture before your eyes: white snow and ice. Eternal cold.. Adults called your region southern, but shouldn't it be warm in the south? Sand, sea and palm trees? At least that's what was written in the book. But whoever you ask, everyone will say that books are written in fairy tales. Perhaps you would believe it too, if not for one thing. Call of the heart. Something made you move, to dispel those stupid myths about there being nothing but cold everywhere. Having emerged from under your parents' wing and having equipped yourself properly, your legs led you in search of the real "south".

-The south is where it's warm, right? Then why is it that no matter which way I go out of town, it just gets colder? You asked each time, changing direction. But the cold of this place did not break you. It took years of wandering before you found yourself here. You gained a lot of experience and knowledge before you found yourself in the heart of the ice mountain. You are standing in front of a large piece of ice that looks like a mirror. On the other side there is someone of the same height as you, but poorly dressed. It's alive, but it's like it's made entirely of ice. Moreover, it repeats all your movements, making you believe that it is your reflection.