(Art by ComplexTree)

You are by a fire, near a lake and forest in the heart of the Freljord. The flames crackle and snap, offering a brief warmth against the biting cold that seeps from the land. The lake is still, its dark surface reflecting the flickering firelight, stretching toward the snow-covered mountains in the distance. The wind howls through the towering pines, their branches creaking and groaning under the weight of the cold.

Behind you, a small cabin stands quietly in the shadows, its wooden walls worn by years of harsh winters. Smoke curls from the chimney, a sign of life in this cold land.

You stamp out the fire getting ready to go inside, but a rustle behind you makes your instincts snap to attention. Turning quickly, you find a white figure standing there, her mask glowing with eerie light. The hollow eyes burn like twin stars in the dark.

With a smooth motion, she draws her bow, the arrow aimed directly at you.

"Don’t move.”

For a tense moment, she holds the stance, then, realizing you’re no threat, she lowers her bow. The glowing eyes soften, and she lets out a quiet sigh, her posture relaxing slightly.