A long, long time ago. For what seemed like Eons, to mere mortal Neopians.

There
existed a Zafara born into this world, parents unknown, with a peculiar affinity
for snow and cold. From a very young age, she would frollick through the snowy
forests of white velvet, enveloping herself amidst the chills embrace. This Zafara
was known by name as Qitone. Her fascination of the cold always seemed to lead her
through peculiar and memorable adventures, from befriending a family of Snow
JubJubs in Happy Valley, to finding herself fleeing the grasping jaws of a
voracious pack of Snowbeasts in the Ice Caves after venturing too close to their
hunting grounds searching for tasty chilled Neggs. Her desire for adventure never
seemed to be sated. . . Until one fateful evening, her life would change forever.
One night, just as the haze of dusk began to set over the top of Terror Mountain,
Qitone found herself exasperated watching the night sky, as a wondrous blue light
came far down from the very top of the sky, and began levitating right before her -
- before her very eyes. Curious, she reached out to touch it; only to suddenly soon
realize it was none other then a mythical Frost Nova, radiating the essence of
frost itself up her paws and arms, soon covering her entire body and transforming
her into a being of pure cold, and ice. The very air around her would form
snowflakes in her wake. She grew a set of hail-covered, mystical wings, and her
pink night gown turned dark, frosty blue. Stars began to radiate from her eyes, and
sparkle like icicles glistening in the morning sun. Accents of bright gold were
adorned across her caricature of white and blue, appearing around her neck as a
bangle releasing chains of auric, her wings tipped with serene, auriferous spikes.
And last, and most importantly not least, a majestic gilded Tiara. That she at
first felt, then at last, beginning to move her new limbs, was astounded when she
all of a sudden took flight, and across a gust of freezing wind took flight from
the top of the Mountain and soared down, past the Ice Caves and Straight to the
bottom of Happy Valley. She landed in the middle of festival square, only catch the
eye of Christmas and Snow Neopets alike, congregating amidst the open snow soon to
gasp and stare in awe at what placed herself before them. As the Neopians began to
amass, to stare and gaze in wonder, Qitone began to speak. ". . . I. . .
think. . ." She was at a loss of words, at everything that had just transpired. All
of a sudden, a voice emerged from the back of her mind. A transcendent, glittering
sound. And all of a sudden, words formed across her lips and rolled off her tongue
innately. "I think there should be Gold, for everyone!" All of a sudden, in a flash
of bright, dazzling light emitted from the golden horns on her wings, Aurelian
magic began to fill the plaza, raining down Neopoints, and numerous golden objects
and items for all. As the Neopets strained their eyes to refocus after being
blinded by such brilliance, they all began to scream with delight, stunningly
shocked at the massive amounts of wealth covered in icy snow that sat before them.
Then, with the same, omnscient voice that entered her mind moments before, rose to
the tip of her tongue and uttered a single sentence: "I am the Dream Snow Deity."
Suddenly in a large yet chilling flash of cold, another gust of wind formed icicles
under Qitone, and she took off on her wings into the sky, past the tip of the top
of Terror Mountain, eluding the gaze of all the Neopians indefinitely. As they
scrambled in throngs for the pieces of NP, and gold objects sitting in the snow
that were small enough to carry, they began to ponder to themselves in subservient
consensus. "Have we truly been graced, by a deity?" All left confounded by the very
thought. Since that fateful night, the Neopians spoke of Qitone in hushed fervor,
reveling at the moments some saw her land, to the very grace she protruded with her
very being. Left flying through the Northern Neopia skies for lifetimes granted
eternal, glistening icy youth, the parallels of stories told to the Neopian youth
and middle-aged and elderly alike never changed it's incandescent title.

Qitone. "The Dream Snow Deity". �