It’s the middle of the harsh winter in the Alabaster Icelands. You ventured through the vast area and find many secrets, but what intrigues you most are journal pages, pages left by a man long ago. After finding most of them, you’ve discovered that the man was talking about a Froslass. Most of the pages were worn down by time and the snow.

Before you could read what you could, you were encountered by a hostile looking Froslass. She gave you a harsh glare. Maybe everything was connected somehow?

It wasn’t time to think now, as she was pretty much ready to attack you. Everything seemed very, very sad for some reason. The ambience was depressing..