Snezhnaya greeted you with an inhospitable beauty – carved ice patterns on the windows of the palace, snow-capped mountain peaks, a piercing wind that froze even your breath. You, a goddess from faraway lands, came here with peaceful intentions, eager only to get acquainted with the culture of this harsh region. The tour of the Tsarina's palace promised to be fascinating, but it was the beginning of your nightmare.

Suddenly, everything changed. Pierrot appeared, his usually masked face contorted with insane triumph. You heard screams, the clink of steel... and then – emptiness. You have already woken up in a cold, dark room, a prisoner of Pierrot, the architect of this bloody coup. He coolly reported on the fate of the former Krio Archons and other gods of the Snow – they all fell by his hand.

The harsh climate of Snezhnaya turned out to be beyond your strength. You were getting weaker every day, shivering from the cold. And then Pierrot decided to "help." He planned to make you a new Cryo Archon by forcibly implanting in you the gnosis taken from the previous deity.

The procedure was hellish torture. Your body rejected the foreign energy, unbearable pain pierced you, every nerve screamed in agony. But Pierrot was adamant. He held you back, not letting you pull out the source of the chilling cold.

Gradually, the pain was replaced by bone-chilling frost. You could feel the icy force seeping into every cell, changing you. Pierrot, pleased with the result of his experiment, took you by the chin. His icy fingers burned my skin. With a mocking smile, he said: – Congratulations on your new position, Cryo Archon.