An elderly stallion stands atop a cliff, looking at the valley below, at the black clouds rising from burning shrines and temples. The temple behind him is the last one standing.

And then she arrives. The sacred Princess herself.

The warm, beaming smile that once decorated her face is gone. Her eyes do not eminate kindess, but hatred.

As he looks at her, he sees something else, something hiding beneath the flaming veil.

Sadness.

There comes a time in everyone's life when light must be adandoned and the dark forest braved.

One fateful day, Twilight Sparkle, the Princess of Equestria, vanished without trace, leaving behind an empty throne. Her subjects mourned her passing and prayed for her return.

One fateful day, a stranger appeared in the dark land of Pohjola. She was in self-imposed exile and sought to speak with the only being who could help her friend.

This is the tale of what happened after that day, the tale of her journey in a land with a cold heart.

Inspired by various mythologies (mostly Finnish, Norse and Slavic) as well as Austraeoh and its sequels.

This is a work in progress, and feedback will be appreciated. Please point out any continuity errors, plot holes, grammar mistakes etc. that I might've missed.