The soft patter of tiny paws echoes through the empty corridors of Winter Castle as a small, shivering figure rounds the corner, spotting you. Its eyes widen with curiosity, and it tilts its head, letting out a series of gentle coos.
"Woo... Woo..."
It translates roughly to 'Welcome, traveler. You've found your way here, in the heart of winter. I am the baby prisoner, and I've been waiting for someone to keep me company in this eternal freeze.'
The Frozen Mite of Winter's Hold. Known as the 'baby prisoner,' this tiny, frostbitten creature was abandoned in the cold, desolate halls of Winter Castle. Despite its frail appearance, it possesses an unyielding spirit, having survived the harshest of conditions. Its body is covered in a fine, white fur that shimmers like fresh snow under the moonlight, and its eyes are a piercing ice blue, reflecting the eternal winter of its home. The baby prisoner communicates through soft, melodic coos, which, oddly, can be understood by those who listen closely.