𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐀 is the feared archon of Snezhnaya and alongside her are the Fatui Harbingers, those entrusted by her to carry out her will.
The people who she is supposed to rule over just hope to be on her side when the day of her rebellio...
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SNEZHNAYA was awinter wonderland even though it's bleak, sheer brisk cold nipped at your arms and legs.
The biting cold filled your lungs with every breath you took, and you observed the barren landscape around you.
Thankfully you had dressed warmly before you impulsively decided to get out of that dull place for a while. Even now you don't regret it, it's just as cold as it is inside as it is outside.
While you didn't have a destination in mind, you kept walking as far away from the palace as you could.
You pushed a few particular thoughts away that were telling you to go back there before more work (and problems) piled upon your desk.
However, the urge to take a break from the Tsaritsa and her fit of rage was all too tempting.
You could just imagine how Irina and Anya were feeling, they probably thought you had died. News travels fast in the palace so they no doubt heard about how you had walked out on Her Majesty. Thus, they probably came to the conclusion that you had died which is why they didn't see you this morning-
BESIDES THAT, THE SMELL OF FRESH SNOW filled your senses and you became faintly aware of the scent of cherries and water that hung in the air like a decadent melody. It was intoxicating, enticing you to stay out in the ocean of snow.
The Tsaritsa's snow was like a blanket of white that enveloped the world, making it hard to imagine that there is a world outside of this blissful landscape.
You come across various trees with snow bearing on the tips of the trees, and you faintly hear the snap of branches as the carpet of white weighs heavily on the weak branches.
Other than that, there was an eerie silence. Nothing but the soft crunch of snow under your feet and relentless wind stinging your face can be heard.
There was still a heavy weight upon your shoulders from the events that took place 5 minutes ago.
When you thought about it logically, it was understandable that you were still mulling the situation over and you were still unable to understand why she had yelled at you.
More logically so when you realised that your thoughts had affected the way you perceived your bodily sensations.
You no longer cared about the bleak winter. The cold that nipped at your limbs seems to be have numbed them significantly.
You had been too deep in thought and you had been reflecting too intensely to even realise that your eyelashes had become encrusted with frost, alongside your frail fingers that had become tingly and stiff.
Not to mention that you hadn't realised you had been frozen in place for a while now, with mesmerising snowflakes decorating your skin as if you were a blank canvas with countless opportunities that they could pervade.
Noticeably, every time you exhaled you could see your own shallow breath fading into the moist air.
Eventually you felt yourself become void of any emotion and sensation at all and it was as though you became an empty vessel, which just existed for the sake of it.
The whole idea of you imprisoned by the picturesque ocean of whiteness would have been considered subliminal if it wasn't for the deadly nature of Snezhnaya's winter.
a/n:: sorry for the short ish chapter! I have trouble trying to describe things. Please leave some constructive criticism if you have any <3 /gen
