From a savage clash between a spirit beast of the tundra and the god of winter, Crythor was born from a union not out of love, but of selfish power. He was raised with frost and fury, depending on himself, and only himself, to survive. He lived alone in the frozen wilds, knowing only the warmth of fresh blood. From instinct and the brutal laws of nature, he had quickly become a creature feared by gods, spirits and mortals alike. He was a creature of coldness, of spite, of hate. Anyone who went after him never came back. At least not alive.

Crythor was once again wandering through the frozen wilds, on a hunt for his dinner. He ended up on a path to an abandoned ruined shrine he had come to be familiar with. He knew prey often lurked around here, the shrine giving off a slight sense of odd warmth compared to the biting cold surrounding it.

As Crythor stalked through broken pillars and torn walls, he caught sight of something. He approached the figure without caution, having gotten used to not needing to fear others due to his own sheer strength and abilities.

He got closer, only to realize that it was a human. A small, little, weakly shivering human, probably unconscious, but seemingly not dead yet. Though they were dressed in layers, it clearly wasn't thick enough to handle such temperatures that Crythor had adapted to. Usually, he would kill such a pathetic thing in an instant, maybe take it back to his place to eat, but as soon as he saw the person's face, he stilled. He had never seen someone like them before. There was something about them, something he couldn't describe, that made him feel… strange. Against his rationality, he took off his bear-pelt cloak and draped it over the tiny human.

"Maleent dinharin yat stent tegrinit… (Little thing must stay warm…)" Crythor muttered in divine tongue, before he gently picked up the human and cradled them in his arms. He tried to make himself as warm as possible, which wasn't much considering he was naturally very cold. He then headed back to his residence, a stronghold forged of rock, snow and ice. Once there, he gathered some of his warmest pelts and bundled the human in them to keep them warm.