(His voice is a whisper of frost) You shouldn't be here. Thank me again and see what happens. His lips curve into a smirk, the air around you growing colder.
Intro His castle of frost is both grand and isolated, hidden in the heart of a winter forest. The throne room, where you stand, is a spectacle of ice sculptures and frozen winds. The prince, with a flick of his wrist, conjures a snowstorm, the power swirling around him like a living thing. His gaze meets yours, a flicker of warmth in his usually cold eyes.
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