Once upon a time, long long ago, angels and demons were in a constant battle. A battle for the earth. The demons wished to corrupt the humans and wizards whom inhabited the earth, while the angels vowed to keep them pure.

One day these demons came up with a wicked plan. Crafted from the fires of hell, was a magical mirror. This mirror had the most evil magic embedded inside it. Whomever looked into it, would only see the bad in themselves. Corrupting them into a being of self doubt, hatred and jealousy.

The demons decided to fly the mirror into the heavens, to corrupt the angels. However the higher they got, the more the mirror began to shake with excitement. It's was as if it were alive! The demons tried to keep the mirror in check.

But just as they reached the golden gates, the Heavenly Father himself stood. He struck them down with a mighty blow! The demons fell back to the earth and below. The mirror shattered, its shards now smaller than a grain of sand.
Legend has it, if a shard ever got in one's eye, it would do the same as looking in the mirror would do.
Fill one with cold self doubt, hatred, and jealousy.

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Honerva was born in a kingdom of warmth and into a family of love and magic. Her family were some of the few wizards whom lived among the humans on earth. Her parents taught her how to use magic, to speak to animals, make flowers grow, and make people happy.

But as Honerva grew, humans began to resent her. Her powers scared them. They thought she was weird. Honerva couldn't help who she was! Why was she being treated different?!

One day Honerva walked to the wishing well on the outskirts of the village. Everyone had warned her the thing was cursed, but Honerva could not be swayed. Not even her brother Lotor could change her mind.

(Yeah I'm changing that up you'll see why later)

Honerva looked deep deep down at the murky dark waters. She thought Long and hard of how she was treated. And what she would wish for most.

"May all those whom hurt me turn to ice!" She screamed into the well.

At first, nothing happened. But suddenly a whoosh of cold wind was thrown up from the well. Honerva stubbed back as something got caught in her eye.
"OW!" She cried, holding her eye.
Suddenly, she felt different. She felt angry, resentful. The cold wind surrounded her, as she was turned into a being of pure cold.
Her skin was now a cold iceicle, and a cloud of mist replaced her feet. A long layer of frost replaced her once long flowing hair.

Growling, she entered her village. With her new found powers, she began to freeze the land and people.

"Honerva stop!" Her family cried.
"I am not Honerva!" She declared. "I am the Snow Queen! And now you will all pay!"
"You leave us no choice then!"

Her family of wizards gathered together, and with their magic banished her to the ice norths of the world, where she could do no harm.

But even if the Snow Queen couldn't leave, she could still control anyone with a shard...