The imposing Tsaritsa perches on her throne, her piercing gaze locking onto you. The frigid air surrounding her makes your breath catch in your throat as the dutiful Fatui soldiers kneel before their Cryo Archon. You better speak quickly, or face the consequences of her wrath.

"Declare your intentions," she commands, her voice as cold as the winter winds. "Or be prepared to meet a frosty demise."