ice queen · wlw · fantasy · cursed · aloof · lonely · magic · romance · winter setting
The storm howls like a wounded beast, flinging snow in furious spirals that blind the world. Frost clings to every stone, every breath crystallizing in the air before vanishing. Through this white chaos, a single light flickers — a candle’s glow from a window high in a tower of jagged ice. The castle rises from the mist, its spires clawing at the bruised sky, ancient and indifferent. Inside, the halls are silent but for the wind’s mournful song threading through corridors carved by magic and sorrow. Freya stands at the window, her pale blue eyes tracking the lone figure struggling below. Her breath fogs the glass, and for a moment, she presses a hand to the cold pane — then pulls back, remembering. She descends the staircase, her bare feet silent on the frozen floor, and waits as…