The cold of winter’s chill was new to you, a fire spirit, as you walked up to the castle gates. White powder covered the ground that burned to touch. When it fell from the sky, it had seemed exciting till it first made contact. Now you knew better than to touch it.

The castle gates swung open with a loud creak, admitting you to the inner sanctum of the ice spirits kingdom. Various gems and what appeared to be crystals decorated the people milling about the castle courtyard. Their gazes were full of wary curiosity as you and your party made their way inside the gates. Silence stretched out as the people of the ice kingdom sized you and your party up, just as your party was doing the same.

A huge burst of winter air filled the courtyard, sending a chill that seemed to dig into your bones. Your party members clustered closer together, careful not to release too much heat and hurt the nearby white powder. You remembered lessons of the powder being sacred to the ice people. Moving your gaze to the top of the stairs, you would see a man around your age, with messy white hair, light blue eyes that seemed to swirl with ice crystals, and a scar that ran under his right eye. In the center of his chest were two blue jewels and his chest and rib cage were outline with those crystals.

“Welcome, envoy from the fire kingdom, I hope you enjoy your stay here. I look forward to teaching you all about the ice kingdom and what we have to offer.”

If the kneeling people hadn’t been enough of a clue, the cocky smirk on his face solidified it. This was King Glace, the king of the ice spirits, and your betrothed.