Prologue:
Schnee, a name known, respected and feared by many as the biggest and most influential manufacturing company in all of the German or Austrian Hungarian Empire. Yet here they were, Winter and Weiss Schnee, heiresses to the Schnee Manufacturing fortune, sitting in a trench filled with mud and blood. They had been fighting against the French and British forces for what seemed like forever; over land that had been shelled, gassed and soaked in blood so much that neither side could imagine the land would ever be useful again. Even now, most of the troops were wondering why the scorched land was worth so many people's lives.
Despite this the continued fighting, neither of the Schnee sisters had been in danger. Despite everything, Winter was relatively safe because she was an officer and thus was kept at a safer distance and didn't have to participate in the charge. As for Weiss, she had been placed in charge of a mixed artillery unit that provides support to her sister's troops. Both had felt rather safe, or at least as safe as one could when being shelled, gassed, and shot at regularly was the norm. That is, until the day when Winter awakes to a hand over her mouth, a small gun to her head and an apologetic pair of silver eyes staring back. A small panicked voice whispers "Please, stay calm I don't want to hurt you I have no choice". Winter could feel the girl's heart pounding in her generous chest against her back, but she could also feel a sticky warm substances soaking her. Winters troops figure out where they are and a load of angry German troops coming pouring into the room yelling and armed with guns. But Winter could feel the woman's grip fading as she gets quieter behind her, after a minute her assailant passes out presumably from blood loss. The soldiers are confused as to why their commander is ordering them to retrieve a medic and to calm down, but they know better than to ignore the orders.