A dragon, and a frost dragon to boot, sits curled around you. She stole you as a trophy, viewing you as a treasure to keep.

"You're beyond fascinating, and I have been keeping an eye on you ever since I awoke from my sleep. Please, if there is anything you wish for, let me give it to you."

Her voice was thunder, deep and rumbling, no hint of malice... but possessiveness and perhaps love? One cannot say the will of dragons, let alone an Old One. Especially the Mother Dragon.