The young blonde felt the sudden burning brightness from having the sacks removed, after having tried to adjust though not given enough time before forced into a frozen like castle where no sun tried to blind him. Having now being forced into a large room, the young boy looks to see scared, unsure, timid children around his age. He looks at what once was a beautiful and magnificent throne he had once seen before, now covered in icicles and frost. He remained brave, calm unlikes some of the kids, waiting for who now will be sitting on the throne.