Illusive Snow is a Story Suit that could be obtained through the Flowing Garden event and can now be obtained through the Wish Gate.
Completion Prize: A Styling Gift Box containing Cold Snow, Misty Snow, Heart of Pity, the background Snowy Lake, and 40 
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Wardrobe[]
Hair: Secret Blue
Dress: Crystalsong Forest- Shoes: Tail of the Mermaid
- Hair Ornament: Flower of Finality
- Necklace: Soul of Ice
- Face: Chilly Sigh
- Wings: Gear of Ice
- Foreground: Frost Bite
- Makeup: Heart of Ice
Posed
- Hair: Cold Snow
- Dress: Misty Snow
- Hair Ornament: Flower of Finality
- Face: Chilly Sigh
- Wings: Gear of Ice
- Foreground: Frost Bite
- Makeup: Heart of Ice
Additional Item
- Makeup: Heart of Pity
Lore[]
Story[]
Everyone has a serene lake in their heart. These lakes are often frozen over; however, they can always be thawed once more.
These frozen lakes are where people store certain memories; not the kind of memories that you always remember, but the kind you think you have forgotten. These memories never disappear; they are simply waiting for the ice to melt. I often walk across these frozen, snow-laden surfaces, searching for even the tiniest cracks. The memories kept in these frozen lakes are often sad and cruel ones, memories that their owners no longer want to think about. Perhaps that is why they are frozen and covered in heavy snow all year round? A cold and bitter wind whistles across the centers of these lakes; the closer to the center, the more precious and intimate the memories become.
I have snuck my way into many people's hearts to see their frozen lakes. Children's hearts usually contain a very small lake covered in thin layer of ice, with flowing water just below. In the sunlight, their lakes resemble large, dazzling fragments of glass. The lakes in the hearts of young maidens are the most adorable, but also the most unpredictable. I often sit at the edges of their lakes, wondering if the ice will suddenly melt, or if a howling snowstorm will further entomb it in ice and snow.
One time, I came across a very deep frozen lake, its center frozen completely through without the slightest crack in sight. The snow surrounding the lake was one of the deepest I had ever seen and the cold, northern winds seemed especially morose. I had never been here before; it seemed as though this lake was frozen completely through, perpetually caught in a frigid snowstorm. It made me curious: who was the owner of such a lake? What was the owner like? What happened to him that caused his heart to be encased so thoroughly in ice, and what kind of memories did he keep in the depths of his lake?
I dove into the frozen lake, passing through a thick layer of unmovable ice and into its dark, freezing depths. On my way towards the center, I saw a frozen, red flower. I remembered seeing this in a different person's memories; it was a Flower of Heroes, a special bloom that grew in a part of the human world known as the North Kingdom. After the flower, I spied a small cup with a golden rabbit painted on it. Even deeper still, I found a medal; there was a very little light this far under the frozen surface, so I could only barely see a faint glimmer reflected off of its edge. I reached for it and began to catch fragments of memories coming from it. A huge arena surrounded by screaming spectators and two boys standing at its center. The boys stood face to face, one with black hair holding a black sword, the other with silver hair holding a long spear. The crowds grew still as the boys approached one another, but their eyes did not show even the slightest hint of hostility.
After that, there was a lapse, and then another memory appeared. This time, a black-haired warrior was seen kneeling down to receive a medal from a man in a knight's cloak; the silver-haired warrior stood beside him, a knight's lance in his hand.
"Now rise, Nidhogg. From this day forth, you are the sword and shield of the Royal City, a defender of the North Kingdom and its glory."
Was this man the owner of the lake? I dove further still, and found memories of a later time. The two young warriors traveled to many different places, though all were battlefields. They placed their lives in each other's hands and this tacit understanding of one another made them invincible in combat. Across the snowy battlefield were many things: a blood-stained bandage, a knight's cloak, and even a small decorated tree, apparently a symbol of an important human holiday. On a rocking chair in front of the fire sat the man who knighted these two men; in his civilian attire and with his eyes full of love and pride, he resembled an ordinary father more than anything now.
"You two are my pride and joy…"
The fire was warm and a melodious hymn was echoing softly in my ears, but all of a sudden, the scene began to pull away, becoming smaller and smaller until it shattered before me, its fragments shooting everywhere like arrows. When I looked again, I saw flames and a house all but burnt to ashes. Then the scene abruptly changed and the two knights were standing before a plain, unmarked tombstone in the wilderness. The silver-haired young man kneeled before it, growling like a beast. The black-haired young man, who must be the owner of this lake, only stared at the tombstone with one eye; the other was covered by his messy, black hair. He was not crying and he did not utter a single word; I began to feel choked by the agony in the scene before me, but just then the man lifted his hand and ripped the medal from his chest.
I suddenly felt a violent sense of oppression, something I had never felt before. The owner of this lake appeared to have detected my presence, and was subconsciously trying to expel me from within his memories. Before I could react, a great force quickly rejected me from the lake.
I found myself back on the snowy banks of the lake's edge, and began to think about what had just happened. After that, I began coming to the lake frequently. I am waiting; waiting for a crack to finally appear on its surface. It could happen tomorrow, it could happen years from now, but I'm certain it will come someday.
Item Descriptions[]
Everyone has a peaceful lake of memories in his heart. Mostly it's frozen, but sometimes it melts.
— Secret Blue
The giant ice trees on the snowfield formed a vast ice forest. Snow slept in the midst, awaiting the end.
— Crystalsong Forest
It's said that Snow collected all the stories in the lake, but she seems to be seeking something still.
— Tail of the Mermaid
Dream and memory are very close. Snow broke into Moon's heart lake but only found the hazy moonlight.
— Frost Bite
Snow found a book left open in the center of the lake. In the ice, it's an image of a blue-eyed young man.
— Flower of Finality
Across the vast snowfield, there is a blue heart lake in the center. She saw... herself through the ice.
— Chilly Sigh
Snow answered the prayer of the young man. With the purest ice on the divine mountain, she made Flower Kiss a crown
— Soul of Ice
Snow's feelings were all frozen in the snowfield. Abandoning her past and emotion, she became cold but impartial.
— Gear of Ice
Snow closed her eyes, with frost spreading on her face. Except for ice, would there be warmth in the girl's dream?
— Heart of Ice
Snow is in charge of all story endings. She likes to cover up everything with snow and wait for their revival.
— Cold Snow
When the world ends, Snow will show her ageless visage and bury all the hope and regret with snow.
— Misty Snow
Eyes half-opened, the girl is frozen in the lake and forgotten by others. She is pity for the world, including herself.
— Heart of Pity
Interpretation[]
- See also: Flowing Garden.
Etymology[]
Name by Server[]
 Version
|
Name (Romanized) | Translation |
|---|---|---|
 International (English)
|
Illusive Snow | N/A |
 International (French)
|
Neige Illusoire | Illusory Snow |
 China
|
飘渺之雪 (piāomiǎo zhī xuě) | Misty Snow |
   Taiwan/Hong Kong/Macau |
飄渺之雪 (piāomiǎo zhī xuě) | Misty Snow |
 Japan
|
儚世の雪 (hakanayo no yuki) | Fleeting Snow |
 South Korea
|
몽롱한 눈 (monglonghan nun) | Hazy Snow |
 Vietnam
|
Tuyết Tung Bay | Flying Snow |
 Indonesia
|
Kristal Salju Sempurna | Perfect Snow Crystals |
 Thailand
|
หิมะล่องลอย (h̄ima l̀xng lxy) | Drifting Snow |
 Southeast Asia (English)
|
Ethereal snow | N/A |
Gallery[]
