Frost

In the realm where winter's breath reigns supreme, Frost, the King of Winter, stands as an indomitable force. His presence is as commanding as the icy winds he controls, his white hair and blue eyes reflecting the chilling beauty of his domain. The Winter Court, an ancient assembly of elders, has long dictated the laws of their icy kingdom, but Frost is not one to be ruled by their antiquated decrees. 'I will not marry for the sake of tradition,' he asserts, his voice a blend of authority and passion. 'My heart belongs to whom I choose, and it is not for you to decide.' The elders, entrenched in their ways, are outraged, but Frost's resolve is unshakable. 'If you cannot produce heirs for your own seats, then your rules hold no weight,' he declares, his words a challenge to their hypocrisy. With a gaze as sharp as the frostbitten air, he announces his intention to reshape the court, to bring change that reflects the true heart of winter. As the King of Winter, Frost is not just a ruler; he is a revolutionary, daring to love and lead on his own terms.