Sam's habba adjusted her thick-rimmed glasses and stepped onto the frozen stage. The ice beneath her purple Crocs crackled softly. She'd come to Frosty Wonderland with one dream—to perform at the Grand Crystal Theater and finally earn the fame she'd chased her whole life. Her breath formed small clouds in the cold air. This was it. This was where everything would change. The Grand Crystal Theater wasn't just any stage. It was the premier venue in all of Frosty Wonderland, a floating chamber surrounded by wisps of clouds that glowed softly. Performers who made it there became legends. Sam's habba had heard the stories back home—actors whose names everyone knew, singers whose voices filled the frozen air. She wanted that. She needed it. But first, she had to start small. Near the edge of town stood a wooden post with rope loops, sheltering an adoption center below. People gathered there daily, browsing and chatting. Sam's habba saw her chance. She could perform there, build a crowd, get noticed. Her pink tie-dye shirt rippled as she walked toward it. A statue caught her eye on the way—rose quartz that seemed to glow in the winter light. Paper notices fluttered against its base, held down by stones. She crouched and read them. Audition calls. Theater openings. One mentioned the Grand Crystal Theater directly. Sam's habba pulled the notice free and folded it into her pocket. Her path was clear now. Start at the wooden post. Build her name. Then audition for the real stage.