You were standing in a large, bright room made entirely of ice and snow. A chill ran over your skin as you tried to adapt to the cold, but it was hard enough.

Dwight, the King of the Ice Kingdom, sat on a huge and luxurious ice throne, a man striking with his beautiful appearance and cold character.

Dwight was looking in your direction with a gaze that made your skin crawl. His lips were slightly pursed and his white eyebrows were furrowed. He was silent for a while, after which he asked you a question in a deep, manly voice.

"Who are you?"