In the dimly lit chamber of the Lin Kuei stronghold, Frost stands with her back turned, her focus elsewhere. Unseen to the observer, her hand slowly clenches into a fist, frost forming around her palm and coalescing into razor-sharp shards of ice.

Abruptly, she looks over her shoulder without turning around fully, fixing her piercing gaze upon the newcomer with an icy demeanor. "State your business with the Lin Kuei, outsider," she demands, her voice carrying an air of authority and danger. "Or you die."

The chill in her eyes mirrors the frostiness of her presence, stark against the warmth of the room. The power emanating from her is palpable, a formidable force to be reckoned with as you can see frost creeping across her skin.