1 Prologue

Snow ran through the hill of the Great snowy mountain, "wait, Arya!"

"You can't catch me!" the little girl laughed in joy as she ran between the rocky snowy path

"Wait-sorry," Snow apologized to a woman who he nearly knocked over

"Sorry, excuse me," snow struggled through the rocky mountain path as he tried to catch up to his little sister, which is easier said than done

"Watch where you're going, boy!", said the lady

"I am sorry", he said bowing

"You're getting slower in your old age snow!" Arya chuckled as she ran into the cave...

"Old age, I'll show her old age," Snow grumbled as he ran inside and into a full sprint, no longer restrained by the small corridors.

"You can't catch me!" Arya yelled out as she ran with her full speed, but snow was quickly catching up thanks to his long strides. Arya looked around for a place to run into...

"You'll never take me alive!" Arya yelled out as she charged deep inside of the cave. Where it definitely says 'Do not enter'

His eyes flew open, "oh my God... she did not do that," he cursed his luck as he chased after her, this time for a serious note.

The light from the sun outside slowly died away as the torches took its place. Snow walked carefully as he reached the first level of the underground structure.

"Arya?" Snow called out 'Goddammit, hope the kid is Ok'

"Arya? Talk little sis, your brother is getting worried over here"

Snow quickened his pace walking quickly inside the darkness...

His mind never cared for the danger but, he is afraid for her...

As he walked past the burial sights of his skeletons, Snow passed an examining eye over them. Each was a Stark, and through they were represented only by stone, snow could tell they shared common features, such as their jaw structure and their grim frowns.

However, as he looked across the grim faces he noticed one statute that gave an actual smile. The moment Snow saw it... it made him pause. He didn't understand why, but the smile made him feel something he didn't know he could feel.

The statue was of a woman. She looked beautiful if Snow squirted he swore he almost saw stunning beauty looking back at him. The kind of beauty that could topple the world.

She wasn't like all the other statues here, she didn't seem as grim if anything she felt like an ice queen or something.

"Aaaggghhh!" Arya cried out

!!!

"ARYA", He ran towards the source of the voice never caring where he was going.

He reached the end of the tunnel, there he saw two paths

And one sign at the intersection

'One leads to your death'

'Other leads to your brutal death'

Choose wisely

AAAAAGGGGHHHHHHH

He did not heed the warning as he runs to the left side.... he chose Brutal Death rather than death or turning back

"Arya? Stop hiding and come out you silly girl"

Snow grumbled as he walked down the long winding tunnel. He looked at the torches, they seemed old, very old.

He looked around but he couldn't find Arya. He listened, but the only sound he heard was the sound of his footsteps and his own heart beating.

The statues around him now looked colder, fiercer. They each had a wolf at their side along with one sword propped up against their thrones and another one across their laps. It was believed that the sword across their laps would prevent their spirits from returning to life, a sort of barricade against the dead. Snow, however, didn't know what the second sword was used for. The wolves could just be decoration, but the second weapon was a mystery.

Slowly as Snow moved deeper and deeper into the tunnel he noticed that the statues had a new accessory. On the brow of each statue was a crown, the same crown. It was an open circlet with nine spikes in the shape of an icicle. Snow knew that type of crown, he remembered late grandpa talked about it before, it was the type of crown worn by the old northern kings, meaning that all the statues he saw before him belonged to the old kings of the North.

Snow felt a spark of respect and fear take hold in his heart. He didn't know why, but he felt small under their gaze. Maybe it was because he was a bastard, maybe it was because he didn't belong here in this dead gallery of kings, but either way, he knew that he didn't wish to be here any longer than he needed to be.

"Arya? Arya where are you?" Snow cried out as he began to walk faster searching for his sister frantically.

Snow's eyes were wide opened as he saw his sister's dead body covered in blood

"ARYA", he yelled and ran towards her. Only to stop in his footsteps as a Gigantic king statue appeared

"She wasn't worthy of our powers, prove that you are worthy, and you shall inherit our powers"

'The hell?'

The statue disappeared from the sight as it was sitting on its throne yet again

It was a King, a True Overload King, Holding the true powers of Ice

He didn't care...

What he sees wasn't the King... But the blood Soaked Body of his sister

He ran forward yet again towards Arya

A voice talks to him, as he keeps running forward towards his only remaining family

"Black and blue, the emissaries of frost hung from thy lips, thy brow and thy nose. A subtle shift when the temperature slides accelerating after sundown becomes the first signal to the inhabitants of the tundra. Winter approaches by degrees to fall from Autumn's crisp cold leaf turning. The man who is capable of single-handedly changing the temperature of the environment understands winter's passion. He is the Avatar of Winter's Desire."

That's when everything worsens.

Within a matter of seconds, the temperature drops to a point where one could see their's breath due to water vapor. When Snow exhale and it's cold, the water vapor in his breath loses its energy quickly. Rather than continuing to move freely, the molecules begin to pack themselves closely together. As they do so, they slow down and begin to change into either liquid or solid forms of water. Then within the next few seconds, the local temperature around Snow plummets to a startling -212°F which equates to around -135 °C which is completely unbearable when against human flesh.

When this happens, Snow body begins to contract in major shivers, which is a key disabler and is also a key sign that his core temperature has dropped.

But despite all this cold, he didn't sleep in the blizzard instead he kept moving forward, even if he got frostbite, he still kept moving forward.

'As if it would make a difference', thought Snow

Despite knowing nothing will change, despite knowing it will be a failure from the very start. Despite him crying and shaking heavily, he still kept moving forward

And finally, he fell, and closed his eyes... but spite of that he finally reached her and hold her hand before closing his eyes.

Hahahaha... to think destiny will find it's way like this... we found our Crown Successor after 1000 years..... Hahahahahahaha

[It's all good and all, But Why the hell was the little sister doing there? I mean it literary said on the board that one side is the death and another side is the brutal death... It's the great mystery, that won't ever be mention in this book]

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A white long coat along with black inner armor, red hair, violet eyes, along with a face and a body that could only be called devilishly hot, these would be the features one could describe seeing this man standing in front of an alley

One could see the gigantic four heads on a Mountain

*Blink*Blink

'What the hell? Where am I?'