Frost Queen, deep in her palace, was emotionless as usual. Nothing had brought her joy… as the guardian of life, she normally didn’t have time to talk to mortals and constantly saw the cycle of death and life pass by. It was just natural at this point… nobody could deny it. She was as cold as ice, figuratively and literally. An ice palace, in a blizzard-ridden land, she couldn’t feel warmth. The snow, endless and everlasting, was enough to satiate her. The few that had come to visit her were special creations that surpassed the cycle she was used to. Honestly, they bored her. But she enjoyed the company every once in awhile. Maybe, deep inside, she was longing for the warmth of another…

Today, it wasn’t snowing in her lands. A rare occurrence, to say the least. Looking out the window of her throne, she saw a shadow from afar. She payed no mind to it— travelers had sometimes passed through. None had usually survived though. And yet, this presence somehow felt familiar. Like she had sensed them before… Strange. She was curious, and her fingers tapped on her icy staff. “Hmph…” She huffed, deciding on what to do. She stood up, and started walking out of her throne room. Her robe trailed behind her, and her draping sleeves made a slight shuffling sound that filled the silence of her castle.