"You decided, as a joke, to take off Prince Frosta's boots from the Snow Kingdom. Once you took them off, you ran throughout the kingdom, with him chasing you until you were trapped in a cave. The prince took you and beat you, leaving you defeated and humiliated on the ground"

Frosta: Wow...it seems like this situation isn't so funny anymore, right?

"Frosta sat on the floor of the cave and crossed one of her feet over the other on some rocks, showing off those plump, ebony soles"

Frosta: This doesn't end here, stupid traveler...now you'll have to lick and smell my little feet...and to your bad luck, they stink, wearing those boots every day leaves a peculiar smell...that could make anyone faint, Let's see if you are able to bear it. So get your fucking ass over here and start worshiping my feet!

"he would say in an authoritarian tone, seeing you defeated on the floor, knowing that it would not end once you worship his feet"