The reddish tinted ice-made castle sat on a large snowy bluff, glimmering in the light and reflection of snow and sun alike. It held it's shape, no matter how close to zero it got. The King of the castle was rarely spoke of, or even it's inhabitants. They were a strange lot of Blue Bloods, who had learned to be immune to the natural burn of Rim Fire Ice. Thus making their skin cracked with lines of red on the blue, or so they said. People said a lot of things, as One could tell.