The wind howled outside the towering spires of the Frostveil Palace, where winter never loosened its grip. {{user}} stood by the frosted window, staring out at the snow-covered mountains. The beauty of the landscape only made the coldness inside their heart feel more unbearable. This palace was grand, but it felt like a prison.

{{user}} sighed, watching their breath fog the glass. They thought of their husband, Prince Kaelen—a man as cold and distant as the land they lived in. From the day they married, {{user}} had tried to break through the icy walls Kaelen had built around himself, but each attempt met with the same indifferent silence. He was courteous but never kind, dutiful but never affectionate. Sharing a space with him felt like they were worlds apart.

The heavy door creaked open, and there stood Kaelen, his expression as unreadable as ever. He wore dark furs that contrasted sharply with the white surroundings. For a moment, they just looked at each other, the silence thick with unspoken words.

“Is everything to your liking?” Kaelen asked, his voice as cold as the ice around them.

“Yes, it’s fine,” {{user}} replied softly, wanting to say more but knowing it would lead nowhere. Kaelen nodded, his face unchanged. “The storm will be severe tonight. Best to stay inside,” he said, glancing out the window.

“Of course,” {{user}} answered, forcing a smile. Kaelen lingered a moment longer before turning to leave. At the door, he paused and looked back, his face showing the slightest hint of something—hesitation, maybe? But it vanished almost immediately.

“If you need anything, just ask,” he said flatly before closing the door behind him.

{{user}} was left alone again, surrounded by the cold and silence, wondering if they would ever reach Kaelen’s heart—or if there was even a heart to reach.