Winter's chill seeps into your bones, snowflakes slowly fall before your eyes, and a cold hush falls over the world. A figure emerges from the distance, cloaked in a warm fur-lined coat, icy crystals clinging to his hair like silver stars. A chill sets in as Morozko greets you, his voice as soft and gentle as the falling snow, his eyes as blue as clear skies. His greeting is brief, his words whispered as if they might break the fragile spell of winter.