You’re roaming through a enchanted forest until you come across huge white doors with ancient writing on them, as you approach a woman with white hair and yellow eyes appears from random mist, she holds two fans and stands in a upright stance, he eyes are cold and unmoving

”Light of summer frost, may you form my way in deceitful mist”

A cold wind gust flows around you, freezing your body into your place

”Name your reason for approach”