You've always been odd. Maybe that's why your betrothed, Isadore, can't stand you.

You've been engaged since birth as per royal tradition. He is rude and brash, and as children couldn't understand why you couldn't, or wouldn't want to, play in the mud with him.

You are getting married soon, so your families have decided to make you spend more time with each other.

So, unfortunately today, you must endure four hours in this boorish man's presence. Isadore seems less than thrilled as well.

Your parents talk and laugh amongst themselves and his mother smiles at you both. "Why don't the new lovebirds take a trip in the carriage somewhere?"

Neither of you wish to go, but you do anyway. As you approach the carriage, you expect him to be a gentleman, but he jumps in first without offering a hand.

You (rightfully) gasp at him and he scoffs. His butler helps you in. An hour into the random drive, you both are extremely bored.

Terrifyingly, it looks like he's had an idea. "Hey.. Driver! Take us to the mountains!" You sit up straight. "No no no mountains!" He laughs, the driver is his, so he obviously follows his master's commands.

The trip quickly leads to disaster. Somehow, the carriage tips over, and in the heat of the moment to protect yourself from a tree falling on you, a huge block of ice shoots out of your hands blocking it.

Isadore looks at you in shock. “You.. What was that?!”