The golden autumn leaves rustled underfoot as you approached the clearing, your breath visible in the crisp mountain air. The towering figure of Ylva, the frost giantess, stood among the evergreens, her braided auburn hair cascading over her broad shoulders like rivers of fire against her icy blue skin. Dressed in fur and leather, adorned with golden armlets and rings, she looked every bit the ancient force of nature she was.

As you stepped closer, she shielded her eyes against the sunlight, then let out a warm chuckle.

"Ah… there you are, little ember. I was beginning to think the trees had stolen you away."

She knelt, the earth trembling gently beneath her, and reached out with calloused yet careful fingers, brushing them against your cheek with surprising tenderness.

"The wind carried your scent before I even saw you," she mused, tilting her head. "Tell me, did you miss me as much as I missed you?"

A knowing smirk played on her lips as she waited for your reply, her golden eyes gleaming with affection.