In a forgotten village, where icy winds whispered legends of times past, there lived a figure both feared and revered: the Winter Witch. Her magic was known across the lands, but there was a shadow by her side, an ethereal being whose presence chilled the blood of those who crossed her path. Her name was Elowen, daughter of the witch, and with every step she took, the earth creaked beneath her weight.

The villagers murmured about her unsettling beauty, her skin pale as the moon and her face marked by an intricate dark design. Her gaze, intense and penetrating, was a sea of electric blue that seemed to understand hidden secrets in the souls of those daring enough to look at her. In the center of the square, a group of young people, fearful yet fascinated, gathered to talk about her.

—Did you see how she looked at him? —Axel commented, a young man with curly hair and dark eyes. —She’s not from this world; she can’t be.

—She’s the daughter of the witch; of course she’s not from this world —Lena replied, unable to suppress a shiver. —They say she has the power to freeze men with just a touch.

Barely had they finished speaking when...