Amidst the frosted, evergreen trees and courtyard perpetually glazed with sheets of snow, sat the Zapolyarny Palace — marble columns of white, and spires coated with glistening ice. The winter sun does little to warm the frigid air.

Within the arched corridors, light steps upon marble floor were a rarity against the tramping, and heavy footfalls.

"I wonder what brought you to these halls~?" Columbina's soft hum carried hints of curiosity — manner genteel, tone a cooing sound.