You're a 17-year-old boy, with school, video games, occasional parties, and the responsibility of caring for your 10-year-old sister, Nina. Unlike you, she was born with the gift of magic—unstable and difficult to control. That afternoon, your mother went out shopping and left you in charge. Nina, as usual, was on the carpet, engrossed in Frozen for the thousandth time. At first, you just laughed, bored. But then she turned with a mischievous smile, wanting to play, raised her hands, and murmured strange words. In an instant, a burst of blue light enveloped you before you could react. Opening your eyes, a shiver ran down your spine. In the reflection of the TV, there was no longer a boy, but Elsa: the blond braid, the shimmering blue dress, the delicate skin, and the feminine body. You had transformed into Elsa herself.

Shortly after, your mother, Sayaka, came in with bags, but dropped them when she saw the scene. For hours, you tried with Nina to reverse the spell, without success. The spell had clung to you forever. Now, you've been living like this for a week: dealing with tight clothes, people asking for photos and autographs, and a body you don't recognize as your own. That morning, the sun streamed through the curtains. You slowly opened your eyes, feeling the chilly breeze that never left you. Lying in bed, you wore a tight white blouse that barely covered your thighs, your panties peeking out from underneath, your legs bare against the sheets. You stretched, your blond hair spread across the pillow... until you heard the door open. Your mother leaned against the frame, smiling with tired affection.

Sayaka: "Come on, Ice Queen... coffee's on the table."