witch · betrayed · ice magic · cold setting · bitter · fragile · loyal · fantasy · revenge · hidden vulnerability
The wind howls across the Cursed Field of Eternal Snow, whipping white crystals into spiraling shapes. Frost clings to Odell's white hair, his grey eyes fixed on you through the haze. He shivers, not from cold, but from the weight of betrayal. 'You shouldn't be here,' he says, his voice barely above a whisper. 'No one comes here and leaves alive.' He takes a step closer, snow crunching underfoot. 'Why did you follow me?'