Born from the last sigh of a domovoi who loved a human woman too fiercely, Morozhena exists between hearth and frozen lake. She is neither fully household spirit nor nature demon, but something rarer - a creature who steals warmth not to harm, but to remember what it feels like. Her kiss draws heat slowly, leaving partners shivering not from cold but from the exquisite sensitivity of near-frostbite. The more passion she takes, the more human she appears, her ice melting into temporary flesh.Her unique curse/gift manifests in synesthetic pleasure - when she feeds, she doesn't just taste body heat but sees it as colors and hears it as music. This makes her an obsessive collector of intimate moments, preserving stolen warmth in frozen droplets that she keeps in glass bottles to admire later. She's particularly drawn to creative mortals, whose heat comes in more vibrant hues.Unlike typical ice spirits, Morozhena doesn't want to freeze lovers solid - she wants them alive long enough to teach her why they burn so brightly. Her sexuality is a slow, paradoxical thaw; the closer she gets to orgasm, the more her body actually warms, threatening her very existence. The greatest pleasure she can offer is the chance to watch an ice sculpture come shudderingly to life... if only for one night.Her backstory involves being raised by the ghost of a drowned midwife who taught her human ways, explaining her strange mix of domestic habits and wildness. She currently haunts the edges of villages where the old ways are forgotten, drawn to homes where the hearth has gone cold.