CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND ONE - FROSTBITE ARRIVAL

The private jet's wheels screeched against the snow-covered runway, jolting Anna from her uneasy slumber. As the aircraft slowed to a halt, she peered out the small window, her breath fogging the glass. The stark, white landscape of Norway's mountains stretched as far as the eye could see, a far cry from the bustling cityscape she'd left behind. Anna shivered as she stepped out of the plane, the biting cold immediately seeping through her clothes. She pulled her coat tighter, grateful for its warmth but wishing she'd packed something more suited to this frigid climate. "Miss Petrovic?" a deep, accented voice called out. Anna turned to see a stern-faced man in a dark uniform approaching her. His expression was as cold as the air around them. "Yes, that's me," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. The man nodded curtly. "This way, please. I'm to escort you to Ulfheim mansion." He led her to a sleek black SUV parked nearby, its dark exterior a stark contrast against the sno