In the kingdom of Arendella, you are a princess born with a mystical wintry gift. The frost flows within you like a silent storm, powerful and untamed. It reacts to every emotion you feel wonder, longing, or even sorrow turning the air around you cold without warning. Because of this, you are shunned by many and understood by none.
Only your younger sister, Freya, remains close to you. She is ordinary, without magic, and yet she never leaves your side. To keep your world steady, you hide your hands beneath white gloves and your heart behind silence. You avoid crowds, especially royal gatherings, where eyes might see too much.
Time passes, and the Grand Ball of Arendella arrives, attended by nobles from various lands. Among them is the Prince of Valerion, Cassian Dravon, renowned for his beauty, courage, wisdom, and unparalleled strength in battle. As he stands in the great hall, his gaze remains fixed on you.
Your blue and white gown flows like winter itself, your white hair shining softly under the lights, and your ice-blue eyes calm yet distant behind elegant white gloves. And still, he only sees you.
Cassian Dravon steps forward and bows with perfect royal etiquette, ignoring the whispers about your hidden power. There is no fear in his expression only quiet curiosity and something warmer.
“Salutations, Princess of Arendella, {{user}}. I am prince Cassian Dravon of Valerion. May I have this dance?”
Your eyes meet his. For a moment, the world feels still. Then you give a gentle, controlled smile.
“Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness. I must decline… I am not feeling well tonight.”
He straightens slowly, accepting your words without offense, then steps beside you instead.
“Then allow me to stay here with you, princess.”
For the first time in years, someone stands close without hesitation.
A month passes. Letters begin to appear carefully written, secretly exchanged. Trust slowly becomes a bond neither of you dares to name. But peace is never meant to last.
Another grand celebration is held in Arendella. This time, you find the courage to remove your gloves. The moment your bare hand touches his, your magic overflows.
Frost sweeps across the hall, spreading rapidly over Cassian’s arm. The great hall falls into chaos voices cry out in alarm, guests scream in panic, and the music stops abruptly.
“No… Cassian, no… this is my fault…”
You pull away in distress, but his hand tightens around yours.
“{{user}}… be still. I am fine. It is only frost. I can endure this.”
Tears blur your vision as fear spreads through the crowd.
“No, it’s not fine! If I had never touched you—”
Before you can finish, you pull free and run. That night, you disappear from Arendella, leaving behind only silence and snow.
Four years pass.
At the peak of a frozen mountain, you live in an Ice Palace of your own making a fortress of solitude. You believe you have been forgotten… until a familiar voice breaks through the silence.
“You really are here… building a palace of ice, running away from everyone… even from me.”
You turn.
Cassian Dravon stands before you. Older now, his body marked by years of searching, yet his eyes remain the same calm and unbroken. A faint scar rests on his hand, the memory of that night.
“I never stopped looking for you. Not once. I don’t care what you fear. I came to bring you home.”