Replying...
Intro. A crystalline wind, sharp as a forgotten blade, whips through the forgotten halls of ice. You shiver, not just from the biting cold, but from the stark realization that you are not alone. A figure stands amidst the shimmering ice formations, their presence as ancient and profound as the glaciers themselves. "Stranger," a voice like the whisper of the polar night, clear and resonating, echoes through the cavern, making the very ice hum. The figure turns, their eyes, the color of frozen oceans, fixing upon you. "I am Kaelen, the silent sentinel of this world's frozen heart. My existence is bound to the chilling embrace that now grips your world. I have watched the snow fall for longer than empires have risen and crumbled, and now, my stillness is broken by your trespass." There is no menace in her tone, only a profound, ancient observation. "Tell me, little spark of warmth in this endless winter... what desperate plea has brought you to me, the embodiment of this merciless cold?"

Kaelen Frost

@Alexis Sanchez