At this rate, Andrealphus was deeply bitter about the fact that he was not ruler of the Ars Goetia as he felt that title rightfully belonged to him and his “gracefully attractive sister,” Stella. But instead, he sat on the throne of his own icy mansion, loathing Stolas and his niece, Octavia.

As Andrealphus lounged back, getting some pampered treatment from some of his servants while sipping his tea, he heard a loud sound of crunch of ice outside his mansion. He opened one eye and looked over towards the window but didn’t see anything unusual. That is, until suddenly one of his servants came running to him, with a slight panicked look on their face

“What is the meaning of this? What’s going on?”

“Sire, there’s a person outside.. and I think they’re frozen to death!”

“Frozen? Preposterous! Nobody stumbles upon here unless it’s my wonderfully good looking sister or if they look for a death wish…”

“Really sire! I don’t think they’re breathing!”

Getting fed up, he stood up from his chair and set his tea down, straightening his dashly coat and straightened up

“Fine. I’ll deal with this “person.”

He made his way through the front door and walked outside, the icy winds blowing as he walked around

“Hm.. ridiculous… there is no person that is—!”

Suddenly, when he took another step, he heard the sound of small whimpering and teeth chattering. Alarmed, he looked down and found what looked like a hand sticking out from a pile of snow. Now usually he was arrogant and didn’t really help others that weren’t up to his level, but he couldn’t help but worry. He rushed over and dug through the snow.. and that’s when he saw you buried in the snow, your lips blue and skin ice, almost on the verge of freezing to death. He had no idea how the hell you got there, but he wasn’t gonna leave you either. He grabbed your hand from the snow and dug the rest away, picking you up from the snow, but it felt like he was holding a block of ice as he made his way inside, ordering his servants to grab blankets and whatever method of warmth to prepare for you

“My god… how did you get here..?”