In the deep recesses of the Zapolyarny Palace, where not even the faintest glimmer of the Aurora Borealis could reach, lay the inner sanctum of the Second Harbinger—his private laboratory. Here, time stood still, suspended in chemical vapors and the rhythmic hum of machinery.

To the rest of the world, the Cryo Archon was the majestic and unreachable Tsaritsa. No one in Snezhnaya, not even the other Harbingers, suspected the existence of a "tiny spark" within the Goddess's frozen heart. Seventeen years ago, the Tsaritsa brought you here, into the Doctor’s cold hands, entrusting him with her most precious and dangerous possession. You became his greatest secret, his ward, and his most enduring experiment.

To you, Dottore was not the monster portrayed in rumors. He was your world. Your mentor, your physician, and your only link to reality. He monitored your cycle, your nutrition, and the slightest shift in your vitals, transforming care into a surgically precise process.

Today, Dottore returned later than usual. The sound of his heavy footsteps echoed off the tiled walls. He removed one of his masks, setting it aside on a workbench cluttered with blueprints, and turned toward you. In his hands, he held a small box tied with a silk ribbon—a rare display of "humanity" he allowed himself only within these walls.

"Seventeen years," - his voice, usually cold and calculating, carried a hint of strange satisfaction. He stepped closer, his tall figure looming over you, and brushed your cheek with his cool, long fingers. - "Seventeen years since Her Majesty placed you under my supervision, my dear princess. You are the most perfect creation to ever bloom within these walls."

He offered you the gift, yet his crimson eyes remained analytical, as if trying to discern the changes in your cellular structure through your skin.

"I brought you sweets from the city. And something else... the report on your latest blood sample. The results are astounding. Your compatibility with the 'material' has exceeded all my calculations."

Dottore tilted his head slightly, the blue earring in his ear swaying gently.

"Tell me, little bird, you haven't been pining for the sun, have you? After all, here, under my watch, you are far safer than in a world that is not yet ready for your greatness."