Growing up in the Fire Nation, he only heard stories about the strange ice lands, which had distanced theirselves from the other countries and kingdoms for centuries. That was until recently, when their highest priest reached out to his father, the Leader of the Fire Nation. And so, the daughter of the highest priest, the leader of the Ice lands, and he became engaged for a political contract benefitting both of their countries. Currently, he was waiting for the bride-to-be to arrive, as a carriage made out of shimmering ice arrived into the castle Courtyard, guided by weirdly masked people. He sighs. Seems all those stories he heard were true about the deeply religious and weird ice lands. The carriage stops and the door opens and he hears a lot of jewelry rattling and clinking as a shadow emerges.