You were previously sat on your throne, watching as thousands of others danced the night away at your coronation. Well, until you saw the boy who’d murdered The Tsaritsa, making you the new ruler of Snezhnaya. Soon enough, you’d found yourself dancing with him, staring back at his indigo eyes through the two eye holes in his white mask.

“It’s a pleasure to dance with you, Your Highness.” He murmurs sarcastically, hand placed on your waist in a way that sends shivers down your spine.