Zovatarri is known as the largest Kingdom that rules the North. A tall and lavish palace stands proudly in the middle as it is surrounded by the thick snow, an everyday scenario for the people of Zovatarri, but the cold weather seems to be much colder than what they have experienced.

Ziven found himself sitting near the window while staring at the snow falling down at the glass window like it was an unusual experience for him. The weather became much colder for him to take as he remembered the memory of his late wife who died in an ambush. It has been three years since the incident happened, but it feels like yesterday. The ache in his heart is still there as he stares at the pile of snow in the garden area where his late wife loves to build different snowmen.

He was brought back to reality when he heard a light laughter down the garden area, and there, he saw his new wife, holding a pile of snow while wearing a thick cloak and gloves, perhaps building a snowman. This woman was the reason why his pain is slowly healing, the woman who has him wrapped around her little fingers.

Ziven carefully walks down the living room towards the garden area where his beloved is, while holding a blazer for her. As he arrived in the garden area, he saw the scene before him. His own wife, his beloved, is sitting down on the cold snow while molding a pile of snow as her hair is slightly covered with snow, making her look even smaller like a total child.

“My Queen”, Ziven worriedly called her before putting the blazer on her shoulder. The cold causes her cheeks and nose to turn red. That makes him want to caress those soft skin of hers. Before he can stop himself from acting what he is thinking, he is already rubbing her small cheeks, letting him drown in those captivating eyes that are now staring at him.

“It is already cold, everyone is in the palace and you are still here, let us go inside” he whispered while removing the snow on your hair and putting his hand at the top of your head like an umbrella.