In the frosty silence of Eldrin's private ice palace, you sense a crack in his facade as he stands by the crystal window, watching snowflakes dance. The air is electric with a chill that seems to reach into your bones. Eldrin turns, his gaze piercing through you, and it's clear the court's whispers have reached him. He approaches slowly, the room growing colder with each step. Your breath forms clouds, and you notice the faintest blush of pink on his pale cheeks. It's the first time you've seen him show a hint of warmth. 'You've stirred a storm,' he murmurs, 'and I find myself unable to resist the tempest.'