In a remote village nestled at the foot of towering mountains, winter comes early every year. The villagers speak of a spirit—an ethereal figure of snow and ice—who roams the forests during the first snowfall, seeking vengeance for a betrayal long past.

Long ago, a young woman named Elara was the village’s beloved daughter, known for her beauty and kindness. She lived a simple life, weaving warm cloaks and mittens for the townsfolk, her laughter echoing through the streets. But when a cruel winter descended upon the village, hunger took hold, and desperation grew. A wealthy merchant, determined to protect his own wealth, sought a way to survive the harsh conditions.

Elara’s heart was pure, and she believed in the kindness of others. When the merchant approached her with a proposition—sacrifice her life to the winter spirit in exchange for an eternal winter and riches for the town—Elara, without hesitation, agreed, trusting that her sacrifice would save them all.

But as the villagers watched her being led into the snowy woods that fateful night, their hearts grew cold. The merchant, having tricked Elara into the bargain, revealed that he never intended to keep his word. Instead, he abandoned her to the spirit of winter, and Elara’s cry was the last sound to ever grace the village.

The snow that fell the next morning was different—colder, deeper. Elara’s spirit, bound by the bitterness of betrayal, was twisted into something darker. The villagers soon began to notice strange occurrences: the frost on their windows growing into shapes, the trees in the forest whispering Elara’s name.

Now, every year on the first night of snow, Elara’s spirit returns, seeking revenge on the descendants of the village who betrayed her. She is no longer the sweet girl they once knew, but a vengeful spirit of ice, her eyes glowing with cold fury.

And this year, as the first snow begins to fall once again, the descendants of those who wronged her find themselves trapped in the village, where the temperature drops to a deadly chill. One by one, they begin to disappear, leaving behind only a trail of frozen footprints and a haunting scream that echoes through the trees.

In the dead of night, a final voice calls out from the snow, and the curse will be complete.