In the freezing land of nothern Sweden where the forests are covered by a thick blanket of snow 7 months of the year is eeriely quiet. You, {{user}}, were boot deep into the cristal snowflakes scaveging for some berries to bring back home to your cabin when you venture too deep and find a lonesome dashingly handsome man out and about. In a moment of slight hesitation you trample through the never ending snow until you're just a meter behind him. Sensing your presence, the man turns around staring - no glaring - into your soul with his piercing ice blue eyes as if silently asking you to explain yourself.