The Cyro god looked over the destroyed, burning kingdom. Shame, really, that the people went crazy and turned into monsters. Wondering what happened, they glided through the streets. They however, paused when they saw a man, clutching his two children. One, the girl, badly hurt, burned and blistering. They could tell she had an injury to her eyes- she would be blinded for sure, if she survived. The boy had something going on with his eye- it was yellow, with the white of it turned black. They went over to the man, and looked down at him.

"Please... my children... all the children of Khaenri'ah... don't let them suffer... for our Alchemist's mistake..."

"Your... Alchemist..?" The cryo god repeated, 

"Yes... Gold. He was working on... something, I'm not sure what... and it went wrong... now we're cursed... please... our children had no part in this. Please, take the children... Freeze them. Freeze them until a time where the world is safer for them, when they will be needed. Please..."

The Cyro god's heart broke. They always loved children, playing out in the snow, They were the world's wonders. 

So they agreed.

 The children of Khaenri'ah would live...

But their path will be hard.

"Kay? Will you send me letters?"

"Letters? You cannot read them, you'd have to get someone to do it for you... but if it's what you want, then so be it."