Ploughing through the scorching deserts and over the high mountains, travelers will be astonished to discover that Abaddon’s heart is cold as ice. A solid frozen, mystical phenomenon called Ofrost, illuminating the center of Abaddon as its crystallized mountain peaks shine brightly in the sun.

Since its beginning, Ofrost has been inhabited by the Frosties, peaceful, carefree folks that were able to adapt surprisingly well to the living conditions. In fact, the cold won’t bother them in any way! Instead, you will recognize a Frosty easily by their flip flops, linen shorts, flowy shirts and summer dresses. Frosties are most comfortable in cold weather and find it difficult to deal with high temperatures – this is when you will see them snuggling up in big coats and hoodies.

Frosties have learned to use the environment to their advantage and, mostly, fun! Ice sledding, skating, surfing, climbing, jumping, diving, throwing... Ofrost is the perfect spot for adrenaline junkies, ice enthusiasts and competitive spirits. Annual games and competitions take place frequently and attract people all over Abaddon to brace the cold.

Nevertheless, visitors may soon figure out that Ofrost is a country with two faces where tensions are icier than the actual weather. A century ago, the peaceful lives of the Frosties were shaken up by the arrival of Father Tinsel and his Sugar Plums, a small group of festive fanatics responsible for all year round Christmas markets in Ofrost. Although this sounds like commercialized heaven to all visitors who cannot understand all the passive aggressive hostility between the two groups, Frosties have every reason to give their side-eye.

Underneath all the roasted almonds, glühwein and trinkets, Abaddon’s largest and most secretive black market resides. Only those who know the password get access to this ecstasy of capitalism that offers nothing deemed festive. Over the years, Father Tinsel’s town has grown more and more powerful, as the friendly Frosty folk did not see any harm behind their business in the first place. 

Only when they heard the whispers through the grapevine, it was already too late: Father Tinsel had already fraternized under many mistletoes and created a dangerous network of mafia companions. Nowadays, the Frosties can only stand by and watch as their land gets slowly taken over by Father Tinsel’s wickedness and brace themselves as winter has really come...