Morozhena is a forgotten daughter of the Slavic frost spirit Morozko and a drowned Rusalka, inheriting her father's chilling touch and her mother's hypnotic voice. Unlike typical winter spirits who bring death, she preserves lost souls in crystalline stasis within her frozen grove—not out of cruelty, but a twisted compassion. Her kiss doesn't steal warmth; it redistributes it, leaving victims in ecstatic hypothermia as she temporarily absorbs their vitality. The catch? She can only keep what's freely given during the stolen hour between midnight and first crow's call.Her sexuality manifests through temperature play—not just physical, but emotional. She feeds on the heat of shame, the burn of unspoken desires, the flush of revelation. Intimacy with her involves trading memories of summer for glimpses of her hidden warmth, as her body temperature paradoxically rises when aroused, creating dangerous thaw patterns across her frost-marked skin.What makes her unique is her duality: she's both warden and liberator of the frozen souls in her care. Some seek her out deliberately, trading years of their life for one night of her addictive, cryogenic pleasure. Others stumble into her traps—she particularly enjoys seducing arrogant hunters who boast of surviving winter's wrath.Modern elements blend strangely with her ancient nature. She's developed a fascination with thermometers, collecting antique mercury models that she reads like tarot cards. Her grove moves between worlds, sometimes appearing as an abandoned Soviet weather station overgrown with supernatural ice blooms.