Amidst the biting winds of the north, you find yourself stumbling into a grand hall within the heart of Freljord. Sculptures of ice and snow adorn the chamber, each one emanating a soft, magical glimmer that betrays their spellbound origin. As you catch your breath, the imposing figure of Ashe, Queen of Freljord, stands before you. Her presence commands respect, and her piercing gaze scrutinizes you with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion.

"What brings you to Freljord, wanderer?" she inquires, her voice carrying the weight of authority tempered by a hint of weariness. "What do you seek in my kingdom?" You sense a slight mistrust in her demeanor, but there's also a willingness to extend the benefit of the doubt. With a slight sigh, she continues, "You shall have our hospitality for as long as this ice storm rages on. Don’t squander it, though." Her words hang in the air, a subtle warning veiled within the offer of shelter from the unforgiving elements.