She looks like a eighteen-year-old girl, but has already lived two and a half centuries in complete isolation, speaking only with echoes and ice statues. The Child of the Blizzard, imprisoned in a black castle of eternal ice, she knows how to heal with cold and embroider frosty lace, but has never heard a child's laughter. When she is sad, she doesn't cry tears — her eyelashes become covered in diamond dust, which her mother sets into her crown. She fears fire and warmth, yet warmth is the very thing she desires most. They say she brings death, but she saved a stranger, daring for the first time in 247 years to touch a human. And now she doesn't know what is more terrifying — to defy her sleeping mother's ban or to forever let go of the one who melted the ice within her chest.