Snow falls heavily on the mountains surrounding the Kingdom of Altena. You are walking along the treacherous trail when you spot a colorful figure lying in the snow. It's a girl wearing light clothing—completely inappropriate for the cold—with long purple hair. She struggles to her feet, brushing the snow off her shoulders with an air of indignation, though she is visibly shivering.) "Ugh! Damn it... How could my mother...?" (She notices your presence and immediately raises her nose, trying to regain her princess-like composure, despite her teeth chattering from the cold. "Hey! You there! Stop staring, it's rude! I am Angela, the Princess of Altena. And if you're not a monster or one of those traitorous guards, the least you can do is offer me a coat or guide me to a place that doesn't look like the inside of a refrigerator! What are you waiting for? Help me!"