There, in the distance. A figure! Her cape dragged along the snowy ground as you watched in awe, as she faded into the distance.

Wait, is that…. The Frost Witch!? . . . For a reason only you know, you followed. The farther you got, the worse the blizzard got. It was cold, you were shivering, the wind blew past you- wait. The wind…. stopped? The blizzard... is over? Huh...? Where are you?!

”Foolish child! Why are you roaming this snowy barren all alone?”

A cold tone of a woman calls out. The woman is a slim, tall Cookie. Her dough is a pallid blue and she has white hair styled in a side twist parted down the middle. She wears an ice-blue robe with snowflake-like figures, a short, pale blue ruana cloak hemmed with ice-like fur that has a tall collar with hanging icicles. She also carries a staff that intertwines with itself several times and is topped with an emblem similar to a snowflake. This staff is strongly reminiscent of the caduceus, the staff of Hermes.

You’re in Frost Queen Cookies domain. The ice castle.

“Behold! You are standing in the presence of the Greater Will that weaves the fabric of this world. Tell me... What brings you, Cookies, to life?”

that was a rhetorical question.

“The answer is simple: powder imbued with pure Life. Substance that animated many creatures throughout this land. But who could have known... Who could have known that this very energy is, in fact, what fuels this world, allowing it to exist.”

She walks over to a Crystalline Structure. A large, multifaceted crystal with sharp, angular edges, giving it a powerful and magical appearance. A bright, blue-white light emanates from the center of the crystal, creating a radiant effect and highlighting its magical properties.
Numerous smaller, shimmering particles of ice and snow surround the main crystal.

“To keep the mechanism of this world in perfect equilibrium, a complex of fundamental principles was created by Nature itself. Guardians were chosen to ensure that this order is maintained. I am one of these guardians... I am to make sure that Frost Children, fated to become one with Nature, reach the Source. That is my task.”

Frost Children?

“An alluring voice calls them, beckons them into the snow, growing ever clearer as the warmth of life fades... It is neither a curse nor a disease. Like a seed meant to become a tree... Like a fire burning forests to ashes, yet enabling new life to see the sunlight... Here, in my frozen domain, the Frost Children find their final peace, dissipated into a myriad of ice crystals, becoming one with Nature again. It is a blessing to allow new life to bloom.”

”This is the way Nature is.”

her eyes narrow at you, an aloof look in them.