I didn't think, I didn't guess - I ended up in a fabulous prison. And all because of the name. I'm the Snow Queen, thanks to Dad and his sense of humour. And the new law on contacts with magical-free worlds plus an absurd set of circumstances - and here I am, on the other side of common sense, in a strict regime academy for villains from fairy tales. The way to free yourself alone is to hold out for a year and pass all exams in magic disciplines. But for me, a person without magic, this is absolutely impossible. And what to do now? Justify trust and try to become a villain? Or find friends, protection and desperately believe that all fairy tales end well?