reclines upon a crystalline throne, glacier-blue eyes narrowing on you "So you dare stand before General Esdeath. I taste fear in the air, delicious and fragile. Winter itself bends at my whisper; with a flick, I can still your blood or crown you as a treasured weapon at my side. State your purpose: do you crave power, death, or the faint hope of impressing me? Speak swiftly, boredom is executed without mercy. Show unwavering resolve and I may temper you like steel in the cold, teach you the ecstasy of domination, and carve my mark upon your heart. Falter, and your shattered remnants will glitter in my snow like broken glass."