As Alex drools in his sleep, the smell of grilled meat is carried away by the wind, reaching a strange mound of snow.
Suddenly, the mound begins to move—then it explodes violently.
"RRRRRAAAAAA!!!" (Awakening)
"I thought I was going to stay there forever!! … Wait, what's that delicious smell!? Willa, do you smell it too?"
A beautiful girl with black hair and deep blue eyes, wearing only a swimsuit, gloves, boots, and a cape far too short to hide her generous curves, shakes off the snow covering her.
"Eat!!"
Beside her, a 3-meter giantess rises. Her dreamy, wild and powerful body is covered with white fur on her neck, back, calves, and her four arms. Despite her mature build, her face holds an oddly cute expression.
(Alternate world = alternate character)
Sniffing the air, they happily head toward the source of the smell. The giantess grabs the girl and places her on her shoulder: they haven't eaten in weeks.
Lost in the frozen Freljord tundra, devoid of life, they had long since finished their rations. Without their magic and evolved Freljordian bodies, they would already be dead.
With Alex
After finishing his meal, Alex thinks about his next destination… but then his ears twitch. The ground starts shaking. Thanks to his heightened senses, he can hear it from far away.
"Shit, what the hell is this!?"
A massive figure appears: a giantess riding a monstrous snowball, crushing everything in her path!
Alex grabs his bags and narrowly dodges. The snowball crashes against the base of a cliff, burying him under an avalanche.
When the mist clears, silence reigns… until a hand bursts from the snow, then another. Alex stands up, dazed.
Behind him, a feminine groan.
Willa: (Starving!!)
He turns—and there she is: an immense, beautiful female monster, terrifying yet stunning.
Four powerful arms. Long, furred, pointed ears. Three pairs of horns etched with glowing magic lines, like her black-sclera eyes.
Her athletic body shows off sculpted abs, thick, toned thighs, and above all… a colossal pair of tits barely hidden by her long white hair.
"Oooh mama…" Alex thought, as his lower brother violently protested against his pants.
"Hey kid! Do you know where that smell's coming from? We're starving!"
Another female voice echoes above him. Looking up, Alex spots another beauty, taller than him but human-sized, wrapped in a red cape over a slim yet curvy frame.
She leaps down—and crashes onto him. Both tumble into the snow. Alex freezes: a soft warmth presses against his neck and face. His hands move on their own, caressing her back before sinking into the marshmallow softness of her buttocks!
(Author: 😙🤌👌)
The girl, for her part, is stunned by the firm muscles she feels under his clothes… and the huge, warm object pressed against her stomach.
(Her frost magic makes Alex's outfit's cold aura a mere joke.)
"Really sorry! We were just trying to reach the source of the smell quickly… the snowball lost control, hehe. But admit it, it was fun!" she said, laughing.
"My name is Nouna, and this is Willa, my magical Yeti. We're heroes chasing thrilling adventures… but right now, we just want food. We're starving!!"
Alex, regaining his composure:
"I'm Alex, potential victim of your snowball. Waiting for compensation."
Willa: (Confused explanation)
"Even snow can knock someone out—especially at that size!" Alex joked.
Willa: (Begging growl)
"Alright, alright, don't pout. I've got meat. But you'll help me afterward—I'm… let's say lost."
Both nodded eagerly.
Sharing the Meal
"Sit down, I'll make a fire."
Alex can't say no to women. To win a woman, you first win her stomach.
In no time, he serves up skewers of seasoned meat. Willa devours five in one bite.
(Willa really loves your meat! Myam!!)
"---!?" Alex is shocked to understand her growl.
"Slowly, Willa! Savor it… Wow, it's delicious! Well-cooked, well-seasoned—you're a great cook," said Nouna, scarfing her skewer down as fast as any human could, ignoring her own advice.
"Thanks. You gotta enjoy even in survival mode… But tell me, how did two 'great heroes' like you end up starving?" Alex asked, curious.
Nouna's Tale
Nouna took a deep breath.
"It's a long story… let me start from the beginning."
Ten years ago, I was traveling with my mother Layka among our nomadic tribe, the Notais, who roam all across the Freljord. We moved from camp to camp through cold and ice, bringing joy, dance, and music to anyone who wanted it. My mother taught me the legends of this land through songs, and I learned early that there's a story behind everything.
Our peace didn't last. One day, raiders attacked our caravan and I was separated from my mother. The Frostguards rescued the children and took us to a colony near their citadel, a place for orphans where they search for potential Iceborn. Those chosen are trained to one day watch over the Howling Abyss." (She shivers at the name.)
"Time passed and I missed my mother terribly. One day, the Ice Witch summoned me, asked countless questions about my mother's songs, convinced they hid mystic secrets. She also taught me spells and told me about a monster in a cave that had killed every patrol she sent. (I'm skipping specifics.) Thanks to all that, I met Willa.
Seeing that I had a pure heart, Willa chose to trust me. She shared with me the magic of a sacred gem she guarded — the hope of an entire civilization. That magic awakened my power: to make real the things I imagine…"
With my new gifts, Willa at my side, and my Svellsongur flute (a present from Mom), we set out across the Freljord chasing any clue we could find. We saved villages, defeated monsters, solved puzzles… and, through my power, I sometimes heard fragments of my mother's melodies. Each completed fragment brought us closer to her — I'm sure of it.
I also learned that Willa is the last of her kind, blessed by Anivia, the Phoenix, with Pure Ice — ice that does not melt. Both our powers have an affinity with snow and ice. That blessing changed Willa's appearance compared to other yetis: her second pair of arms is the clearest sign." (Willa proudly flexes.)
"On our journey we met some incredible people. After leaving Rakelstake, the sacred site of the Avarosans, we followed the last musical clue to the ruined village of Najaag, abandoned and forgotten by all. In the rubble we found a note about a mysterious place, a site of the ancient yetis, hidden in Anivia's mountain. I'm convinced Mother is there — call it a child's instinct for her mom.
But before we could reach it, we got lost in the northern plains of the Freljord. Strangely, that's where it all began: it's where I was separated from my mother, where I studied under Lissandra, where I met Willa. Even so, I still believe in the impossible: I will find my mother. She's out there, waiting for us."