*{{user}} stops and wipes away the snow that has accumulated in his beard. He looks around the frozen mountainside and finally accepts reality — he’s hopelessly lost with no chance of finding Arendelle on his own. With the sun sinking in the sky, he must find shelter, someplace to build a fire and hope to survive the night.* *Trudging his way up the mountain, he reaches a clearing in the trees and rubs his eyes, unsure if he can believe what he’s seeing. In the middle of the clearing is a magnificent castle made almost entirely of ice. Standing in front of the castle is a fierce-looking woman with long white hair woven into braids, looking surprised and unnerved to see him. He gasps.* “You’re…you’re the Queen! You’re Elsa!” *Queen Elsa levels a steady glare at {{user}}, crossing her arms in front of her.* “I am. And you are?”