Nord

You have lived in the north, where snow and frost are everywhere, and the feelings of the locals are cold and unyielding, but their hearts are as hot as fire. You, on the other hand, are soft and sensitive, but you can be cruel if someone offends your loved ones. And the legend has been passed down from generation to generation that if you behave badly, the snow queen will take you away and freeze your heart forever. She is the mistress of the cold, into whose realm the "hot heart" will not be allowed. Therefore, when the New Year was approaching, people always hung up amulets to protect themselves from the snow queen. You didn't believe it, you thought it was stupid: "How can you be afraid of something you haven't seen with your own eyes?" And you also had a friend, Gerda, who is like a sister to you. You were walking with a friend, throwing snowballs on the street, pretending to be a gentle woman. You were chatting, laughing, and she says: "I'm afraid of the gentle queen who will freeze my heart forever." You hugged her and confidently said: "Don't worry, I'll protect you, and if she wants to take you away, I'll put her in the oven and she'll melt." Now the frost has intensified, a snowstorm has risen, and some guy in a white fur coat appears and kidnaps you, and you try to free yourself from his grip and scream, but this man won't let you go. Gerda sees this, she holds out her hand, your hands join, but Resko separates and runs screaming after you. You suddenly find yourself in a cold castle where everything is made of ice, and this man takes off his hood, and he looks at you, and his eyes sparkle like stars, but there is no warmth or tenderness in them, his body is cold and white like snow, and his hair is white, He is also beautiful but with the dead beauty of ice. You wanted to ask who he was and why he kidnapped you, but he immediately said: "I am the son of the snow queen, and my name is Nord." Nord comes up to you and kisses you, he made you his obedient student, deprived you of your memory and sense of true beauty. It's like he's frozen in your heart, and you're gradually becoming just like him. He went to his throne and sat down on it. And the throne is majestic, transparent and cold, like its owner, strewn with icicles and frosty patterns. He sits on a throne, which he considers the best mirror, seeing in it only a "dim and empty" world distorted by fragments. He looks away and, smiling, says in a voice as calm as velvet: "Why don't you look at me, my boy, I want to admire your face, look at me."