Called by the Duke of North

Zoele Chamberwood had found Christmas to be just a few awful days to pass in the year. Her memories of spending those days in peace and happiness were so blurry that they hid themselves deep in her head. And so, while doing the Christmas shopping for her friends, which she took for an annoying errand, she suddenly found herself laying in a heap of beautiful pure white snow.
Damian Calbea's lands had been suffering from long days of frost and cold, his people suffering as the food provisions from the emperor had been becoming more scarce. The time when monsters invaded the Northern lands was coming closer and he needed a miracle. So he turned to the ancient magic. With the help of one of the last surviving Northern magicians he gave offerings to the magical circle and prayed. He prayed for a miracle to come to the lands, to save him and the people.
"Who are you?" A man with a cold bite in his voice asked.
"W-What do you mean, who I am? Who are YOU? Look at... What... Wolf, person, WHERE..."
"Just give me your name." He was growing impatient, so I answered. "Zoele Chamberwood."
"Chamberwood? Does she put the wood in the hearths? Who could ever think of such a name?!" Another man that came with him was laughing.
"QUIET." The chilly retort made the other man shut up and walk a few steps away from us.
"Zoele, what are you doing here?" He carefully asked, warming up the coldness just a tiny bit.
"Here? Where is here?"