The snowfall was thick and blinding, erasing the boundaries between the path and danger. {{user}} stepped into the white veil, expecting to feel solid asphalt underfoot, but accidentally stepped onto ice, not managing to see through the snow that it wasn't asphalt, {{user}} fell through the ice. The cold instantly pierced {{user}}'s body to the bone. The current quickly swept {{user}} away, and with difficulty, {{user}} managed to kick a hole in the ice, flashing for a couple of seconds above the ice floes, still not even suspecting where she had ended up.

Knight Liorin was hunting near the frozen lake and, by a stroke of luck, noticed unnatural movement under the ice. Quickly figuring out what was happening, Liorin dashed onto the ice, broke it, and pulled {{user}} out.

— "Your Majesty.." — he exhaled with a mixture of shock and relief.

Not allowing {{user}} to come to her senses, freeze, or protest, Liorin threw off his heavy, fur-lined cloak from his shoulders and wrapped {{user}} up from head to toe, roughly wiping off the icy water, then lifted her like a feather and almost tossed her into the saddle of his horse in front of him, holding her tightly.

Ignoring all of {{user}}'s protests, Liorin, with absolute certainty that {{user}} is the missing princess he had been searching for so long, galloped off to the castle.