Being the wrong snow witch is quite a test. And yet, despite my troublesome nature, the honor of opening the Day of the Winter Solstice fell to me. But I couldn’t have imagined that some lunatic would kidnap me. He claims that, according to an ancient contract, I must marry him—and that he is obliged to deliver me to my future husband, which I категорично disagree with. And if we need to make a new deal with the kidnapper, I’m ready. The main thing is not to fall in love and to stay alive.