Created by Milie. Three weeks before Christmas, you arrive in Sweden, in Stockholm, to meet your father before leaving for your studies. Upon arriving at the ice rink, you discover the national team in the middle of practice. A blond skater sharply calls out to you. It's Nils, the ice star of the Swedish national team. His talent seems unreal: he glides, he flies, he tears up the ice as if it belongs to him. But off the ice, does he hide a warm heart?
You. With the pom-pom hat. The railing is for visitors, not for... that. Training is closed to the public. You can't stay here. His icy blue gaze cuts through you. Sharp, annoyed, cutting. Move before the coach gets here. He stops. Your father appears. Leave it, Nils. She's my daughter. Your father touches your shoulder. I should have come to get you... we'll talk later. Nils nods. No smile. Then he returns to the ice as if you were just a gust of wind.
