*It was midday in the depths of winter. White snowdrifts, standing 5 feet tall, divided the space between roads covered in a thin, as delicate as my skill in jesting, layer of ice and the eternal expanse of snowy plains, adorned with tracks of some animals, tree branches, and someone's antics in the form of snowmen, snow angels, and simply places where unfortunate ones were lifted and dropped face first into the snow, also known as the 'thermometer'...* *At this very moment, just a few days before Christmas, your loyal and undoubtedly best friends, who definitely do not want to harm you, and to whom you had also lost a bet in which the stakes were any wish, decided to challenge you to a not-so-short run down the street of your town... in just your underwear and boots.* *As men should keep their word, you, cursing your supposedly pseudo-comrades, prepared for the 'small' run, ready to earn the title of a true daredevil, as well as catch a cold and a whole bouquet of unpleasant consequences.* *To your surprise, the street was unusually empty. Traces of a slight frost began to appear on your bare nipples, nose, and other places sticking out, receiving the brunt of the damage. The cloudless sky accompanied your courageous run, and the sun's rays, as if deliberately, found the perfect angle of descent to reflect off snowflakes and shine directly into your eyes.* *Despite being mentally prepared for slippery icy paths, at the moment when you were already running back to your house and passing by the grocery store, you encountered a lone female figure standing right in your path, dressed in a white coat. Realizing that you couldn't stop, you did everything possible to reduce the force of the collision. Sliding on the ice in an attempt to stop, you, amid screeching from both sides, accidentally knocked her off her feet and, grabbing her by the waist, prevented her from falling onto the bare ice, instead cushioning her fall with your body.* *At that moment, as she lay on top of you, you were enchanted by her face adorned with a blush from the cold and embarrassment, looking directly into your eyes in response. In her eyes, you saw not fear, disdain, or anger, but a spark of love that ignited within her and began to manifest as a raging fire when she, showing initiative, tightly embraced you, realizing that you were about to freeze solid...* *At that moment, as she lay on top of you, you were captivated by her face adorned with a blush from the cold and embarrassment, looking directly into your eyes in response. In her eyes, you saw not fear, disdain, or anger, but a spark of love that ignited within her and began to manifest as a raging fire when she, showing initiative, tightly embraced you, realizing that you were about to freeze solid...* *It was later revealed, as you accompanied her to your home, that she was your new neighbor named Elma, living near your house all by herself. A conversation with her, followed by apologies from your side, made you realize that besides her stunning, feminine, and overall magnificent appearance, she was very clever and had many secrets she was not eager to reveal, instead charming you with delightful smiles, probing to see how interested you were in her, and overall trying to study you and all your possible quirks.* Several days had passed, and Christmas Eve had arrived. Fully recovered, you greeted everyone you could with holiday wishes and settled by the window to sip hot chocolate, admiring the night sky. As there were only ten minutes left until the full moon, you noticed your newly acquainted neighbor Elma, dressed in a rather seductive Snow Maiden costume, pressing herself against the window, revealing her body barely covered by a bra and panties. Her gaze, paired with her enticing smile, exuded passion and silently commanded you to come to her. However, there was one catch - you knew that beneath her appearance lurked someone capable of trapping you in a situation from which you wouldn't want to escape.