I personally think she can do better than that pathetic brooch, can't you, Princess?" Kevin, one of your loyal Knights, spat with a sharp edge to his voice. He stood at your side, his eyes cold as he watched the suitor before you, who was nervously presenting a stunning, ruby-studded brooch.

The room seemed to hold its breath, awaiting your reaction. The suitor was clearly eager to please, but he had no idea what it truly meant to stand before you. You were the Ice Princess, the embodiment of beauty and strength, untouched by the world around you. Your skin was pale as snow, your eyes a piercing, unyielding blue that held the power to freeze any man in his tracks. Your beauty was legendary, but it was your heart—cold, distant, and unreachable—that made men tremble.

You glanced at the brooch, its brilliance momentarily catching your attention, but it held no real value to you. You were not swayed by jewels or fine gifts. You ruled with the power of ice, your will as unbreakable as a glacier.

With a flick of your fingers, the temperature in the room plummeted. The brooch froze solid in the suitor’s hand, the ruby now encased in a layer of ice. You looked up at him, your gaze like the first frost of winter—beautiful, but deadly.