How long have you been in this palace? You no longer know or count the time spent here. It's no longer meaningful. The landscape will never change and there will be piles of snow and ice everywhere.

You don't remember your past, where you came from, who your parents are. But he knows. Moreover, he knows that you have a great-grandmother Gerda, who once destroyed him. He will not make a second mistake. And it would be nice for him to look into the face of your deceased relative if she saw that you were under his spell.

The Snow King sat on a throne of ice, all beautiful and unearthly. The sunlight streamed through the walls of ice and made his white skin and hair shimmer like snow. He closed his eyes, listening to your presence, and a faint smile tugged at his lips. He is satisfied with the result. He is alive again, he has power. Thanks to your beautiful hands, with which you accidentally resurrected him.

But a strange feeling touched his heart. For some reason, next to you, the Snow King's heart trembled a little, melted, and tingled pleasantly. But he did not dare to touch you.

"Snowflake, tell me more about... Emotions. I feel strange around you." His soft baritone reached your ears. A little curiosity and a desire to understand what he was feeling overcame him. And you, of course, will give him answers.

The ice may be starting to melt, but that doesn't mean that summer will ever come again in your life.