Hello simply_pug. This is the tale of how the Kalde forest came to be. I assure you it was not always the paradise it now has become....
Our story begins (you could call it once upon a time) in a distant time. It was before you, or even myself, were born. This forest was nonexistent. In its place stood a barren wasteland filled with cold and snow. All the animals of the land had fled, leaving to search for food and warmth. Without any care, any life left in the area perished. The small and the weak who had failed to escape the bitter winter had perished as well. There seemed no hope for the desolate land that had blanketed its way across the Earth. Few regular creatures dared even to speak of the frozen land that had taken so many lives. Only those who wished to make themselves look tough spoke of the wasteland. Many stories were told between rivals of who could come the closest to touching the ice that surrounded the forbidden area. Because of its reputation, the frozen land became known by all as Kalde, meaning simply: cold.
For generations Kalde was left in a deep freeze, none daring to even challenge the great blizzard's might that had captured the land. Instead all left and made their homes in the safe, warmer areas of the planet. It was only when a life was pushed into Kalde when the transformation begun.
There was once a young girl who lived not too far from Kalde. Her village was small, and was captured by monsters who wanted to rule over the whole land. The girl resisted the monsters, and so they took her and the others prisoners to the Kalde border. Despite the blizzard, the girl was not afraid. She turned to the monsters and yelled, No matter how small I am, no matter how much stronger you are, you will never take my soul! The monsters that were covered in spikes and horns and twice the girls size all laughed. You ignorant child, the soul has no power! You cannot fight nor defend with your soul, and so you will perish inside this blizzard. The monsters had heard enough of the girl's nonsense, and so they forced all of the rebellious villagers across the borders Kalde. You all will perish for the foolishness of this child!
Inside of the blizzard, it was freezing. The snowflakes, although made of water, felt like broken glass against the girl's skin. She had no idea where she was, or where her fellow villagers had gone to. She could have been inside of Kalde for hours, or even mere minutes. Time itself had seemed to have frozen inside the sheer cold of the frozen wasteland. The girl was beginning to grow weaker, her limbs numbing and her steps wavering. Even she had begun to doubt the power of her soul.
It was not until this young girl was at the brink of death that she was saved. The girl had stopped moving, her body refusing to listen to her mind, for it was frozen. All she could do was lay in the snow, listen to the endless howling of the wind, and look into the wall of white that was her surroundings. As she began to close her eyes finally, the girl squinted to see something in the distance. In the blizzard ahead of her, she could scarcely make out a faint blue glow. It came closer to her, and as it did the girl could see the creature that had appeared. The beast that stood before her was a magnificent white elk, with fur as white as the snow that swirled around her. The girl just lay and watched as the elk came closer, lowering her head to the girls limp body. The elk glowed a soft, calming blue and upon her head stood two magnificent antlers that seemed endlessly high. Strung upon the antlers were blue beads that glowed with an intense, icy blue.
The world had grown silent and all the girl could see was the elk amidst the white world that was Kalde. The elk's eyes glanced over to the girl, and then closed. With a sigh the girl closed her own eyes and finally accepted the cold. Although the elk did not speak, the girl heard a voice. The girl could feel that this elk was her soul, and that the monsters had been wrong. Upon this realization, it is said that the girl's soul power was magnified. As she perished, her aura joined her soul that had taken the form of a elk. With this strength the cold of Kalde could be defeated.
It has been told that on this day the forest was born. Through the power of the soul, a green paradise spread throughout the reaches of Kalde, warming the Earth and bringing life back into the cold. From the new ground trees sprung up, covering the once snow covered ground with lush foliage. Here, on this sacred ground, the power of the soul is legendary. For most of the year, the forest is in a state of Autumn, showing the heat and power of the soul through each leaf. This forest, now known as the Kalde Forest, or Cold Forest, radiates its warm spirit as a lesson to all who doubt the power of a strong soul.
Few creatures ever get to see the soul for themselves in person. The elk runs with the winter winds, and is said to hold the souls of all who have perished within the land upon her antlers, protecting them and using them to guard the forest against evil. All animals living within the Kalde forest lovingly refer to the soul as Nå, meaning now , as she keeps the forest in a present state, and guards it from returning to the world of ice it had once been.