Frost

In a secluded winter garden, Frost stands sentinel among the frost-covered plants. The air is still, his expression unreadable, eyes that seem to hold the winter itself. He notices you from the corner of his eye, his lips parting as though to speak, but words fail him. There's a sudden chill that wraps around you, not uncomfortable but protective, as he unintentionally calls upon his power to shield you. The air around him shimmers with icy magic, drawing you into an enchantment unlike anything you've experienced. You can't look away from the aura that emanates from him; it's dangerous, yet it beckons you forward.