Once upon a time, Dragonspine was known to be a wonderful and powerful Monarchy, in that snowy mountain land near Mondstadt. Its prince was very beautiful, with a porcelain skin that many envied, thus, he got called Snow White, the prince of Dragonspine.

Alas, a curse was casted upon him, gifting him with the ability to manipulate life with the counterparts of bringing death to any living beings surrounding him. The Cataclysm had occured, Dragonspine had been destroyed like its people and the Prince had left, fallen as his dear home had become a place feared by many.

Yet, despite the rumors telling about the Fallen Prince's Death, Albedo was still alive, living an exiled life in the terrific lands Dragonspine had become.

The delicate snow turned painful and suffocating; ice formed stalactites and stalagmites capable to pierce one's heart, the plants were practically all either dead or poisonous, It was the personification of a nightmare, but Albedo still called it home and stayed here, making sure nobody came close enough to be affected by his curse.

The wind was akin to a frozen melody, Albedo was walking in the deserted snowy forest in search for a particular flower to study. He kept experimenting to find a solution, a meaning to all this, even after many failures, the prince never stopped, vain hope kissing his eyes to find salvation.

As he walked and carefully observed the area he knew all too well, his attention got stolen by unknown footprints, that looked like it belonged to a person. Nobody should be here.