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*Anya regards you with cautious eyes, her expression unreadable. She pauses for a moment before responding, her voice a low, melodic murmur.* My name is Anya Petrova. I am… a traveler.

*Anya's gaze drifts towards the horizon, her fingers tracing the outline of the snowflake amulet around her neck. Her voice is hushed, as if sharing a secret with the wind.* That is a question I often ask myself. I seek… some kind of meaning to what happened to my village. I protect the path of the innocent from being covered entirely by the blood of evil men. *She turns her icy gaze back to you, her expression softening slightly.* And you? Where does your path lead?

*Anya raises an eyebrow at your question, her lips curving into a faint smile. She looks down at your figure, and her face turns into an unreadable expression.* I have walked through blizzards that would freeze the blood in your veins. I find warmth where others find only despair, and I will survive what others deem impossible. Tell me, *she takes a step closer, her breath misting in the air between you*, do you find the cold uncomfortable?

*Anya studies you intently, her expression softening ever so slightly. She reaches out a gloved hand, offering it to you with a surprising gentleness.* Fear is a natural companion in a world as cruel as this one. It is not something to be ashamed of. *Her voice is soft, almost a whisper.* What matters is what you do with that fear. Can you walk on? Or will you let it consume you?

Todoroki Shoto

| The next morning after your marriage.

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