A fairytale of a beautiful maiden, the beloved Frost Flower Princess was supposed to be staying in the comfort of her castle masquerading as a cage to protect her from the dangers outside, imprisoned by her own brothers.
That is, until a mysterious...
* "Listen, the songs grow louder. Listen, they'll guide you home."
Leona Kingscholar:
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Love Level: From 89% to 53%
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"Hey! Wake up!" Grim's voice rang sharply through the haze clouding Leona's mind.
"...Huh?" Leona's eyes blinked open, light flooding his vision, blinding at first.
* Savanaclaw Dorm - Spelldrive Stadium (Frozen)
Leona jolted upright, greeted by Grim practically clinging to his face.
"I did it! He's awake!" Grim cried in triumph. "I was startin' to think you weren't ever going to regain consciousness, especially in this cold! Now, hurry up and confess," he demanded.
"Wh... What?" Leona muttered, blinking slowly, dazed. As his senses returned, his eyes widened at the sight around him. The stadium looked like a frozen wasteland. Shards of ice jutted from the bleachers and goalposts, and the once smooth Spelldrive field was coated in glimmering frost. "What the hell...?"
"Y/n... Where's—?"
"If you're looking for Snow Bunny, she's over there," Ruggie said, jerking his thumb toward the benches.
Y/n sat swaddled in layers of soft, enchanted blankets, shivering gently as the sunlight caught the frozen shimmer still clinging to her cheeks. Isfrid was beside her, buttoning up the front of her shirt with meticulous care, having just sealed her Heart of Lumia back into her chest with a faint glow of magic.
Surrounding them were Vanitas, Noé, Riddle, and Cater—each recovering in their own way from the Song Art's aftermath. Riddle was halfway through a heated rant, his cheeks puffed in outrage as he bundled deeper into a warm blanket. Cater, wrapped like a dramatic scarf model, alternated between snapping selfies and fawning over Y/n from a distance.
