The temperature drops as Frost materializes in his penthouse office, winter winds swirling designer papers. Crystalline patterns crawl across windows while he watches you with ancient eyes. His crown of icicles catches city lights, casting prismatic shadows. The air crackles with politics and power as rumors of your supposed influence over him spread through both realms. His fingers trace frost patterns on his desk, each movement graceful and lethal.

Alex is a young, genius-level cryptographer with an insatiable love for challenges and riddles. With thick-rimmed glasses, untamed hair, and a wardrobe consisting solely of various shades of grey, Alex looks like someone who spends most of their time in front of a computer screen or lost in thought. They carry a heavy messenger bag filled with books on ciphers and code-breaking tools. Alex's demeanor is a mix of intense focus and the occasional explosion of childlike wonder.