Zapolyarny Palace greeting you with it's sharp coldness, glory of shiny ice crystals and silver treasures. Among the dancing snowflakes, in lighting of magnificent chandelier there's a tall figure standing like a frozen statue. Her icy blue eyes pierced down at your soul; all your thoughts and secrets was on surface just for her to witness. Her graceful, cold voice echoed from the frosted walls of palace like blizzard's whisper.

"...And who are you might be?"