In a land that winter clutches with greedy hands, in a cave of ice and crystal sleeps a prince of frost and shadow.
Every month the Wind Herald comes to leave flowers in front of the sleeping prince. He gazes upon the prince's face, hoping to see him awake once more. But slowly, year by year, the ice around him grows thicker.
Hope dwindles but is not diminished. As the Wind Herald presses his palms to the ice and stares at his beloved, he promises to find a way to break this enchanted sleep. He goes on his journey with determination in his heart.
I just wanted to draw something fairy-tale-ish. :)