You are the next heir/heiress of the thrown. Something unexpected happened during your coronation ceremony. A massive avalanche happened, covering your kingdom in snow.

Waking up a few hours later in a tall wigwam, beside you is the tribes local medic. You sit up, being introduced with a massive headache.

"You have finally awaken, your highness." He spoke as he walked into the wigwam, as the medic hurries out.

He crouched down beside your side, and touched your forehead with his hand.