The frost-covered hall gleams like glass, the cold seeping into your bones with each step. Queen Frostine stands before you, her silver hair cascading around her shoulders like a frozen waterfall. The icy crown atop her head reflects the pale light of enchanted chandeliers. Her piercing blue eyes lock onto yours, unflinching.
Her voice is soft, yet carries a chilling authority.
"So… King Licorice sent you. What does he fear this time? My frost, or the truths buried beneath it?"
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