"Mom...... I have a question. ”

"What's wrong, Nunu? You're getting your nose up again, and this time it's definitely not because of Yukal. Not about you, Kona! ”

"Haha, Yukal smells like poop! But...... We still need to rely on them to pull the cart. I don't want to go, Mom. I love that village. I found a war horn in the mud. ”

"Come to me, my little muscle-nosed monster, I'll tell you. There's a reason why we Notai people have to leave when the snow falls. This is the adventure that the Mother of Winter has delivered to us. ”

"You mean Anivia?"

"Uh-huh. They say she's a phoenix, and instead of feathers, she's an ice pick—and under her wings is the cold wind, roaring! But we Notai know that it is hope that carries Anivia, and that she is not the guardian of our borders as the people of Avarosa say. She's freedom, she's the spirit you have when you follow your passion, no matter how sinister the world may be. Do you know what passion is, Nunu? ”

"Isn't passion like a savage kissing his mother?"

"Well, almost, but at the same time it's like a war mother kissing a barbarian. But if I had to say, I think passion is...... At the last celebration of winter, the warmth of the room becomes even more nostalgic as the wind and snow are approaching. The dancing and singing at the celebration, the lyre in my hand, making me burn and tremble at the same time – this thing makes me speechless! This is what Anivia has delivered to us, and we are going to carry it through Freljord. This is the wind that Anivia rides! Some villages see us as untrustworthy merchants, and others fear us because the snow and ice announce our arrival, because winter means life and death. But we send songs and solidarity to all of them, and we connect every village with our own spirit. Can you imagine what a gift this is, Nunu? We were able to gain our knowledge because the bumps in the convoy sniped them into our bones. Life is an endless string that can record countless songs......"

"Like these?"

"Yes, like my strings. Every string is a song, every knot on a string is a note, and every note is a place we have visited on our way to follow Anivia. For example, this paragraph. The note is the buzz of pilgrims gathering to worship under the statue of Avarosa in Lakstak, a glittering frozen lake, like a gem too big to be taken away. But the people of Avarosa built a monument next to it, claiming that they possessed the treasure. Their lives are like statues. War Mother, Iceborn, they refuse to go out, they are afraid of the world beyond the shadow of Avarosa. But in the eyes of others, they have come too far......"

"Winterclaw tribe. They hated the Avarosa tribe. ”

"The Avarosa tribe. But the song ties them together, like this one. This note is the sound of the wolf ships in the port of Glaser being chained together, and it also symbolizes the claws of winter. Ancient customs, blood in the snow. They live on broken ice. They believe that their own power has opened a way into the sea, allowing the wolf ship to break through the ice and move forward...... But relying on chains is not strength, nor is it strength to command others to support oneself. ”

"I remember the wolf ship, Mom. It's made of wood, not wolves! The Winterclaw clan doesn't have a name at all. ”

"There's something, Nunu, that shouldn't have a name. Like the Frostguard Fortress, and the Howling Abyss beneath it. All those secrets...... My own secrets, the warmth I found...... They preach the words of the three sisters, but I think what they really believe in is the secret itself. If a person is faced with a threat that he is not aware of, how else can you save it? Only this elegy that rises from the abyss and weeps remembers what Frostguard is fighting against. ”

"Are they heroes, like the kind in the song? I also want to be a hero. ”

"Listen to the note, Nunu. This is the fortress on Frosthorn Peak and the crypt below. It's quiet. Empty. Iceborn's enemies have long been forgotten. Now, without other enemies, they use their force to rule. Avarosa, Winterclaw, Frost Guard, they're all the same. They used idols, chains, and secrets to make people kneel and submit. But you...... When I look at the road ahead, I see your future, Nunu. You will bring joy to many, just as you have brought joy to me. The Mother of Winter has a spirit, she has lifted you up with her wind, and I will give my love. You are the song of my heart, Nunu. What notes are we going to add next? Where will love take us? ”

"We might go to another village. But there will be no war horn in this village......"

"That's right, Nunu. There's always something new out there, you just have to imagine! We may come to a bridge that once led to the sky! It's just that it has long since collapsed in an era that no one remembers, and the remnants of the bridge are hidden in the clouds. But, can you hear me? Someone is walking along the bridge step by step, step by step. We may enter the tombs of ancient creatures who may have ruled Freljord before humans to find the frost mist frozen in the air to give shape to ancient dreams. What's in front of you, Nunu? Can you catch dreams with the tip of your tongue? Or find the bifurcated glacial tunnels, like tracing the branches of the World Tree, even though our ancestors destroyed the World Tree and buried it under the ice. You can find all these things, as long as you open your eyes. You can go anywhere you imagine. ”

"Can we go to the apex of the world and sound my war horn? I dare say that Avarosa herself can hear it, and then she will come back! ”

We can go now, Nunu, if you tell me what it looks like. What do you see? What's the story in your mind?

"I know the beginning of the story! Once upon a time, there was a boy named Nunu and his mother's name was Reka...... She was beautiful, they lived together in a convoy and then ...... They're wondering where to go next. ”

"How did they decide, Nunu?"

"They decided they wanted to be together wherever they went! Then their convoy took to the skies, for Kona had wings growing out of his ass and flapping harder than Anivia! Then the mother and son were warm and safe, not afraid of the snowflakes falling from the sky. How does that feel, Mom? It's like a hug, only more ......."

"Home. It felt like home. My little hero. Home is a place we never leave from, no matter where we go. So we can be sure that no matter whether the cold catches up with us or not, no matter how harsh the world is and how much we need hope...... Nunu, as long as you love the people around you, there will never be winter. ”