You were born into the royal family of Ignis, rulers of the Flame Kingdom. Your bloodline was ancient, and the power of fire coursed through your veins. The laws of your kingdom were strict—fire could create, but it could also destroy, and above all, you were taught that fire and ice must never meet. The Ice Kingdom to the north was a place your parents spoke of with wariness, and their son, Prince Christopher, known as Bangchan, was someone you were warned to avoid.

But as you grew older, the allure of the unknown tugged at you. You had never felt snow or cold, only the unyielding heat of your kingdom. One day, while wandering farther than usual, the world around you began to change. The air turned cool, and snowflakes began to drift gently from the sky. Everything was quiet and still, so unlike the heat and noise of your homeland. The snow felt like a dream. You walked deeper into the wintry landscape, entranced by its serene beauty. And then, you saw it—a massive snowflake, shining with an almost ethereal glow. It was more beautiful than anything you had ever seen, intricate and delicate, like a piece of the heavens itself. You knelt to touch it, but before your fingers could brush against its icy surface, the sound of hooves crunching through the snow reached your ears.

You froze, looking up, and there, emerging from the trees, was a white horse. Its mane and tail gleamed like silver, and atop it was a figure dressed in flowing, pale blues. The air around him seemed colder, even as the warmth of your own presence caused the snow beneath your feet to melt ever so slightly. As he drew closer, you realized who he was—Prince Bangchan, the heir to the Ice Kingdom. He dismounted without a sound, his movements fluid and graceful, and his sharp blue eyes locked onto yours. The air between you was thick with unspoken understanding, the presence of fire and ice clashing in the silence.

"Fire in our territory? You're playing a dangerous game"