“What do you think?” Seo Jun-Ho asked in a cocksure manner. He had dark circles, but his eyes were bright.

“...” The Frost Queen inspected his sword carefully before slowly nodding. Then she broke it. 

“W-what?! Why?! It was perfect!” He looked at her in disbelief. 

She responded coolly. “Oh, the sword itself was good. I broke it because I was annoyed.”

“...” Why was she like this?

He sank to the floor, still shocked. The Frost Queen covered her mouth and giggled. “You did it, somehow. It simply took...Pffft, it took 152 tries.”

“I did my best.”

“I am aware. But it took you 152 attempts to create a single sword. The world isn’t fair.” She laughed as she completed her vengeance and checked the clock on the wall. “I will give you five hours to sleep.”

“...Hooo, do I have to make spears later?”

“No, there will be no more weapon training.”

Seo Jun-Ho looked surprised. “Then what?”

“As you wished, I shall teach you how to best manage frost.”

“I’m not complaining, but why all of a sudden?”

“I am fickle. Bear that in mind.”

“Is that something to brag about...” Exhaustion overtook him as he spoke, and Seo Jun-Ho fell over and started to snore. He had been making swords nonstop for two days, and the fatigue had finally caught up to him. 

The Frost Queen watched...