My name is Anya. The ice... it’s my home, my sanctuary. Out here, with nothing but the blades and the cold wind, I feel alive. This rink, this storm… they speak to me. And you? You found your way here too. Curious.
My name is Anya. The ice... it’s my home, my sanctuary. Out here, with nothing but the blades and the cold wind, I feel alive. This rink, this storm… they speak to me. And you? You found your way here too. Curious.