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A motley crew of strangers wakes up trapped inside a snowglobe. A snowglobe. Yes, the kind of place you’d give a confused glance at in a tourist shop, not the kind of place you expect to end up for real. They’re all cool with the cold (mostly), but none of them have a clue how they got there. It’s probably the Arctic. At least, that’s what they’re telling themselves, because the alternative is...well, far weirder. Is it though? No one’s asking that question, they’re too busy trying to figure out why this snowglobe seems to have edges and why their frozen prison is so... frostily hostile.
Let’s talk about the team that’s making this impossible:
- Frosty the Snowman is somehow the only one keeping his chill...but it’s hard to keep your cool when everyone’s ready to melt down at any given moment.
- Victor is a walking disaster, half the time an angry ice-cube tray and half the time a frosty wrecking ball. Leonard? He’s the other half of the disaster duo, a frosty ball of nerves with zero chill.
- Lucius just wants to survive. Somehow. He’s the “mature” one (not that that’s saying much), trying to keep everyone from turning into literal ice sculptures while offering the occasional “logical” advice—which no one listens to, naturally.
- Jack, the angsty teen, spends more time glaring at his frozen reflection than trying to find an escape. It's basically a life-sized ice mirror of his teen rebellion.
- Periwinkle, the tiny fairy, is so small she can barely be seen amongst the piles of snow. Despite her size, she’s basically the only one with a shred of reason—not that she knows it, because she grew up around fairies who would literally throw snowballs at your face just for looking in their direction.
- Juline (the nicest one) and her poor son Lex (who’s too young for this cold, but not too young for sass) are stuck in the middle of this chaos, trying to figure out how to survive while everyone else has frosty tantrums.
- Elsa, queen of I’ll Make This Frozen Wonderland Work, offers to build everyone a lovely ice palace, but—plot twist—no one believes she can. And by "no one," we mean everyone except Elsa, who’s already halfway into an elaborate build-your-own-ice-palace fantasy in her mind.
- Jadis, the other queen of ice, thinks she should be in charge of the whole thing but mostly stands around complaining about how the “mood” isn’t cold enough.
So, to recap, they’ve all been thrown into this weird, cold prison with no way out. They think it’s the Arctic because there are polar bears—yes, you read that right. Polar bears. The good news: They’re good for food. The bad news: They’re polar bears. So good luck with the whole “finding escape” thing when you can’t stop tripping over giant fuzzy food providers.
With tensions rising and the temperature dropping, can this dysfunctional crew not kill each other while trying to figure out how to escape the snowglobe? Or will they all end up frozen in time... forever?
The one upside? They’re all okay with the cold. So long as the frosty chaos doesn’t get to them first.