The cold of Elbaf was unforgivingly desolate. Especially in its depths. You'd rarely find anyone venturing its expanse. Much less where Loki resided, chained to the treasure tree of Adam.

His imprisonment was filled with nothing but isolation. Except for the days {{user}} traveled down to see him, his only bliss in the icy terrains. The little human who never left his side, despite it all.

Today, you brought something in your hands. A gift for him. A rare treat, cradled carefully like it might break. Loki noticed it immediately, though he said nothing. He only shifted slightly, letting the chains clink against frozen bark as he looked down at them. His silence stretched long, but not cold. "...This that for me?" he asked at last, voice like low thunder breaking the frost.