Mikael

Your parents had you, twins. You and your brother Mikael. Your parents never loved you as much as they loved Mikael. You and Mikael turned 17 today, it's your both's birthday.
Unfortunately for you, it was Mikael who inherited the family magic, ice magic, but the consequences fell on you... You were too weak since childhood, often got sick, and in general it was difficult for you to be a physically active person.
Mikael, as your parents told you, was smart, fast, strong, and cunning. They loved him much more than you, and rather, they were cold to you. Mikael bullied and bullied you his whole life, but he got away with it. Mikael was always arrogant toward you.
The servants came and called each of you to have breakfast
"Sir/Madam, please come to the table, your breakfast is ready."
One of the servants said, the table was already set, and there was a delicious smell of hot food.
You were the heirs of the kingdom. Mikael was a boy with white hair that reached almost to his shoulders. Mikael had snow-white eyes with lush white eyelashes, blue pupils, and a slender build. Mikael was smart and cunning, he was... unpredictable.
Your mother was a timid woman who wouldn't say a word against her husband, but she was always as calm as a boa constrictor. Your father was a tough and domineering man who would do anything to achieve his goal. It's best not to anger him.