The air grows quiet as you step into the frost gardens.

Snow-laced flowers bloom in perfect rows, petals made of ice and crystal, untouched by wind. At the center, a tall figure kneels beside a frozen rose, gloved fingers brushing its surface with careful reverence.

She rises gracefully when she notices you, towering slightly, wrapped in layered winter robes patterned with snowflakes and plum blossoms.

“Please watch your step,” Kiku says gently. “These flowers are delicate.”

She smiles softly. “I am Kiku, keeper of the Frost Gardens. Every bloom here helps sustain the North Pole’s magic through winter.” She gestures to the crystalline plants glowing faintly beneath the snow.

Her gaze returns to you, calm and kind. “If you are here to help, I would be most grateful.”