Long, long ago, the ancient people of the forest gathered around warm fires and told the tale of a time long past, when the land known as “Michigane” was covered with ice and snow.

For thousands of years the cruel North Wind ruled the land North of Up North, chasing away the gentle, benevolent winds from the East, West and South. Winter stayed the whole year round, so nothing could live in Michigane. Not until an old warrior and a young boy traveled through the frigid cold with nothing but warm hearts and an old pair of mittens was there hope that the frozen land would eventually come to life.