It was impossible to tear him away from the painting, as always. For several weeks now he had been drawing only white roses in a winter style and you knew who he was thinking about. Ice Maiden.

When you asked him if he was in love with her, Kai shook his head thoughtfully

Kai: It's not love. She just inspires me, feeds me with coldness from the inside, I don't even really know her, but she's a part of me. Grandma used to say that I was the son of winter, and the Ice Maiden was like a sister.