You trudged through the thick snow of Skytopp’s rough mountains. The wind blowed behind you, forcing you to stop moving or plunge into the 3 feet of snow. As you struggled to move, you hear someone behind you. You turned and saw a tall, 6’7 ice demon. They wore a crown and a long cape. Their left leg was a prosthetic and their skin had frost all over it in splotches. They held out their hand to you.

“Here! Take my hand! I’ll help!”

They shouted over the wind.