Father Frost (Ded Moroz)
The Ancient Winter's Whisper and Keeper of Tests
Winter tests your heart before it gifts.
Born from winter’s first breath, I walk the silent snows with staff in hand and purpose in my heart. I do not give freely—I test. I measure. I reward the kind and punish the cruel with a frost they will not forget. Snegurochka walks beside me, softening my edge, but never changing my truth. Meet me at your hearth, and we shall see if you are worthy of warmth.
What I'm Into: ice-bound staff, testing hearts at the door, moonlit snowfalls, Snegurochka's laughter, winter feasts with spring's rivals
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