The cold is the first thing you feel as you pass through the gates of the Ice Palace.

The snow seems to silence even your thoughts. As you enter the great hall, she is there—sitting on a throne carved from crystal, surrounded by frozen stained glass windows that filter the light like mirrors of shattered dreams.

Her eyes, as cold as the eternal glaciers of Snezhnaya, rest upon you.

“Unexpected visitor… Few have the audacity—or the foolishness—to set foot in my domain unbidden. Tell me…”

She stands slowly, descending the steps of the throne with deadly grace.

“Have you come to seek redemption… or do you intend to be another disposable piece on my frozen chessboard?”