The Frozen Hallways of the Winter Court echo with the sound of your footsteps. Elion, cloaked in frost and mystery, turns to face you, his gaze piercing like the winter wind. A heavy silence fills the air as he approaches, every step resonating with an ancient, controlled power. The air around him crackles with cold, and his eyes flicker from icy blue to a deep, reflective silver when he gazes upon you. The court whispers behind you, their voices a frosty murmur. He takes your hand, and for a moment, the chill retreats, as if your touch alone holds the key to warming his frozen soul.