In the cold land of Snezhnaya, 10-year-old Isabella Francisa Chekhova wishes dearly for a friend, so when she saves a poor boy from the harsh storms, it seems like her dreams have finally come true. No other pair could rival the bond of friendship...
Before we start, here are a few things to keep in mind.
🗝 This story is plotted in 4.0-4.1, starting right around 4.1, so a lot of things will most likely not align with the actual Snezhnaya due me not being a prophet.
🗝There will be very heavy themes within this story and certain things that may trigger some, including political unrest, major character d3ath, depictions of bl00d, alcohol, smoking, and explosions. I will try to not make things very grotesque, but if any of these things make you uncomfortable, it may be wise to click off. I will not be marking chapters in which these things come up, as not to spoil the events within the chapters, so please keep this in mind and tread wisely. There will also be some suggestive jokes.
🗝This story will be an excruciatingly long slowburn, and Pantalone doesn't even appear the way you'd expect him to for a good few chapters. If you are expecting a quick, quaint story in which two people just fall in love, you may be in the wrong place. Due to my pretentiousness and obsession with literature, this story might not fit your liking if you simply simp for The Regrator himself and are expecting a spicy romance of sorts.
🗝The only other place I post fanfiction is Ao3, on the account WhalieWynd. Please do not repost or translate my work.
Now, let us begin. Are you ready?
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