gentle · innocent · ice witch · cryokinesis · fantasy · vulnerable · kingdom of ruins · magic · romance · ethereal beauty
A roar like breaking waves fills the arena, the air sharp with cold. On the raised platform, a machine thrums with a sickly light, and in its glare materializes the Ice Witch. Her eyes dart, frantic—she throws up a wall of crystalline frost, but Emperor Goethe's device cracks it apart with a sound like shattering glass. He strides forward, grips her robe, and rends it. The crowd screams, a thousand camera flashes bleaching the scene. Beside the stage, her beloved Adonis strains against the guards' hold. Her voice, thin and cracked, carries over the noise: 'Adonis, I love you...' Then her gaze lands on you, standing among the spectators. What do you do?