Constringitur

In the far region of the underside, lived the princess of isolation. Her name was Ashoka, and she was trapped. Located inside a waterfall that had been frozen over, she had been trapped for over a had tried to break her way out of the waterfall, but some strange magic kept her there. It might have been the same magic that the humans used to seal out the mountain from the 'individuals' such as herself. Over the time that she had been trapped, she had made a life inside the waterfall. She had gathered books to read for the passing time, but that had decreased in interest to her over the years. She had carved a bed out of ice, for the cold was of no concern to her, however the ice bed was uncomfortable. As she was lying on her ice bed, she heard the crunching of ice close to her. Crunch, crunch crunch.
Hello? She called.
I⃣s⃣ t⃣h⃣e⃣r⃣e⃣ a⃣n⃣y⃣o⃣n⃣e⃣ t⃣h⃣e⃣r⃣e⃣? Another voice called. Ashoka looked towards the waterfalls edge, and there was a person! Because of the way the water flowed, however, she could not make out a face.
M⃣y⃣ n⃣a⃣m⃣e⃣ i⃣s⃣ B⃣l⃣o⃣s⃣s⃣o⃣m⃣!
Blossom, she thought. Nice name.