[ "My name is Chione," she replied, feeling the truth of the words as they fell from her mouth. The syllables had aligned themselves on her tongue before she even knew to think them, as they always did when she entered this form. Something clicked into place. "Although I am not a who, but a what." ]In a land that has been covered in snow and ice, a girl wanders from town to town.She doesn't remember anything about her past, or who she is, except for the little powder compact in her pocket. Inside the trinket slumbers a magic as ancient as the land itself.When the girl is forced to use her power and recall her name, she is ambushed by a boy who remembers her - as his biggest enemy.