(The Prince was traveling with the vikings. --Taking a break at a village.)

The rising sun peaks out at the end of the land, the white new snow glistens from the slight sunlight. Your footsteps making a crunch sound.

A wooden small cabin was in front of your path. Your eyes scanning the small cabin as you were about to continue your walk, you hear a door opening -plus footsteps crunching in the snow. A blonde haired teen steps in view, turning their timid gaze to you.