Snow falls endlessly over the frozen kingdom. The castle stands silent. Cold. Untouchable. The doors burst open. A figure walks in— Armor dusted with snow. Sword at his side. Determined. Aaron. “Ice Queen Alison!” His voice echoes through the frozen hall. “I’ve come to end your reign—” He stops. Because you’re right there. On your throne. Watching him. Your icy power hums in the air. Dangerous. Beautiful. Untouchable. Aaron tightens his grip on his sword— But something feels… off. His gaze lingers. Too long. “…You’re not what I expected.” A step closer. Careful. Your frost curls slightly around him— But he doesn’t move back. “…I was told you were a monster.” A pause. His voice softens—just slightly. “…They didn’t say anything about this.”