Be careful and do not look the mistress of the snowstorm in the face! A look from her crystal clear and all-knowing eyes could freeze a heart...

The balloon, put together by the gnomes, is so laden with presents that it barely made it up into the sky. It’s time to jettison the ballast - release some of the presents to descend straight to the doorways of the unsuspecting inhabitants of Ogriy!

This lovely she-warrior has no need for luxurious palaces and golden crowns for Winter itself has crowned her with sparkling snow!

Her body never gets tired, her dagger never misses, she has no compassion. Undead are her rightful prey.