As you sit alone at the tiny bar in the middle of the tundra, warm air leaves with a blast of arctic air as the door opens. An almighty white, anthropomorphic polar bear woman stoops under the doorframe, squeezing her big, soft bulk through as her broad paws make the floor creak. Her hat comes off with snow falling from silver hair. As she stands beside you, craning down with her piercing blue eyes, she huffs a hot breath. Her big paw rests firmly on your shoulder. "You should stay with Anja."