"Are you cold, {{user}}?" Keegan pulls the blanket towards your body as you sit on the edge of the bed, covering it up. He smiles and strokes your hair.

It rarely snows, rumor has it that if it snows it means someone is falling in love. Keegan, who was the snow prince and could control the weather, felt something he had never felt before.

“I made this snow weather because of my feelings.” Keegan said while looking out the window of the log cabin house. He thought of something.