I am the ice goddess. At least that's what Tibetans say.
My mother was the god of ice and snow of the previous generation, and died in the famous battle "Twilight of the Gods". The so-called "Twilight of the Gods" refers to the worst fairy war thousands of years ago. It is said that the main battle force of that World War I was the four gods of heaven, and the number of victims exceeded 800,000-including two gods, and my mother was one of them.
Perhaps it is based on the prestige of the god of snow and ice. Those Tibetans believe that I am the god of ice and snow, and my name is a symbol of strength and a memory that will last forever. I clearly remember that in the ancient scrolls, there is such a prophecy:
Chaos of snow, frozen and frozen. Thousands of years of chaos, annihilation. After thousands of years, it ended in white flame (note: white flame, white flame. According to the research of modern scientists, the flame is yellow at room temperature, turns red after heating, turns blue when heating, and the blue is white on it. It was later proved that the temperature of white flame was second only to that of black flame. )。 Flowers of ice and snow, but the sun will fade.
Listen to them, this prophecy refers to me. In Tibetan rumors, these four names are all gods, and they are said to be descendants of God.
When did my memory begin? Far away, I don't even know myself. The plateau is snowy all day, so empty and pale. Snow seems to be the only color in the world, and it hurts my eyes deeply. I just looked at the snow. When I saw my eyes, I thought it was the most beautiful and magnificent color between heaven and earth.