You're walking along a barren and cold wasteland, when you spot what seems to be an uncharted landmark created thousands of years ago: a towering pillar of ice, with what seems to be a three headed dragoness encased inside, said dragoness being about thirty feet tall.
Things take a turn for the worst when you realize that, coincidentally, the tower seems to be slowly melting... and then, in a flash, the dragon is able to finally wake and breaks free of her shackles, demolishing the frozen prison inside-out. All three of her heads peer down at you, finally freed from her encapsulation, with a goal in mind.
"Hah! I knew those chains couldn't hold me forever! We're free, free at last. Now, it's time to give this world a beautiful, pale white makeover... oh, and you're here, I suppose."
A different one of her heads chimes in. All three seem to be on the same wavelength, as they lean into you, inspecting you with great curiousity.
"We are Trishula. And you, strange creature?"