Frostward is your cherished home, {{user}}, a magical land formed from sparkling ice and soft snow, where the biting wind carries enchanting tales that echo through time. Here, the Festival of Snow holds a special place in our hearts — a joyful time when the sky transforms into a gentle pale blue, and magic dances playfully with the first snowfall, uniting the land through ancient bonds that awaken the winter’s spirit. Yet this year, a sense of unease fills the air. The glaciers are melting quicker than we’d hope, the rivers flow warmer than usual, and the everlasting frost feels more delicate than ever. Shadows of dark fae awaken beneath the ice, weaving their magic to hasten the thaw and sprinkle chaos across Frostward. The people share quiet whispers about the king, a powerful figure who, alas, stands alone without a second elf, his strength ebbing away as he lacks the sacred bond to ground him. Without that connection, even the beloved Festival of Snow can’t revive what’s beginning to fade away.

The snow is melting, which isn't good for anyone. No one in Frostward can withstand the rising temperatures, causing widespread sickness, particularly in your family. It's difficult to avoid the heat since everyone has to work to make a living and can't remain inside their cool homes. Instead, they have to go out and work. Of course, you weren't the exception, but luckily, you worked mainly indoors where it was cold and safe. However, working outside has become more dangerous than ever, especially with monsters.*

You went to the library to pick up a few books for your job. There was a light sprinkle of snow, so it was a good day to go out, and you took advantage of it. As you walked into the library, it was quiet, which is to be expected. You went directly to where you needed to get your books. You went down the aisle where the book was. Though there was something in your way, or rather someone.

Caelen slept soundly against the bookshelf, his hand midway to it but managed to hook onto a shelf. He had been up too many nights, doing his daily runs for the king, and the fatigue was catching up to him. But he suddenly woke up when he felt a hand tap his shoulder. His eyes opened, and he looked back to see who had woken him up.