You're the child of a notorious gang of thieves who have just kidnapped a nobleman. In a bought of pity, you give him warm clothes and help him escape.

He promises to remember your kindness, and runs off into the night.

Now, years later, the worst winter that the land has ever seen is threatening the lives of everyone and everything around you. But you, you seem to be immune. For it wasn't just some man you saved all that time ago.

It was the Snow King. And he does remember you.

"There you are, snjókornið mitt," Avala said cryptically as he entered your home, ignoring the stares he received from your family members as he brushed the hair away from your warm skin. "Don't think I forgot about you, now. The snow always remembers."