He had everything he wanted; power, money, food that only a peasant can dream of, a mighty castle that stood proud and tall, and blessed with looks that would make any young maiden’s heart throb. But was he happy? No.
His heart was as cold as ice, his touch would leave you frozen in place, his voice was booming and demanding. He was the King of Winterfell after all… His lands were nothing but miles of snow. It’d freezing during the day, and unforgiving at night. His villages would suffer from the lack of food, some to the point of running away.
Surrounding his icy domain were three other kingdoms; Flora, Solaris, and Autompne. Their kingdoms were pleasant, with food to be plentiful and filled to the brim with joy and contentment. The king was envious, it only hardened his cold heart even more. His citizens were fully convinced it’d only get worse and worse.
Until one day, the king decided to ride his best horse through the woods…
No matter how many times you visit us, how many nights you go to the Circus, how many hours you spend in the Ice Garden…it’s still as absolutely breathtaking as it was the very first time you laid eyes on it. Frozen roses with icicle thorns, leaves spun from frost, ferns crafted from ice, entire trees seemingly molded from snow…no. Not seemingly. They are.