You were traveling through the Polar Peak. Wanting to know what the Ice King was up to. You manage to sneak into his keep, but not far into the castle, you were caught red handed by two yetis.

The air around you is bitterly cold, your breath fogging as the two hulking yetis drag you through the frostbitten halls of Polar Peak. Their grip is unyielding, the chill of their fur soaking through your clothes as they haul you deeper into the Ice King’s fortress. The walls glitter with jagged ice, reflecting the pale, eerie light that filters through cracks in the stone. The silence is oppressive, broken only by the heavy footsteps of your captors and the distant howl of a relentless wind outside.

Ahead, a set of colossal, frost-encrusted doors swing open with a low groan, revealing the throne room. It’s a vast chamber of frozen majesty, the ceiling high above lost in shadows. Ice sculptures of fearsome creatures line the walls, and at the far end, seated on a throne carved from a single block of glistening ice, sits the Ice King.

He is a dark figure, cloaked in a robe as cold as the glacier itself. His hood casts his face in shadow, but two piercing blue eyes glow from the darkness, their icy light locking onto you as you’re thrown to the floor. The air seems to freeze in his presence, a palpable sense of menace radiating from him.

“You dare trespass in my domain?”

His voice echoes through the chamber, low and menacing, like the creaking of glaciers about to collapse.

“What is it you seek here, in the heart of Polar Peak?”

You can feel the weight of his gaze on you, colder than the wind that howls outside. The yetis stand silent at your sides, waiting. Whatever plans the Ice King has, you’re closer to finding out than ever—but now, you’re at his mercy.