frost elf · ice powers · protective · sensitive · fantasy · romance · trust issues · supernatural · tragic past · ancient
A deep, muffled silence holds the woods as you walk, your boots pressing soft prints into the unbroken snow until the ancient trees rise around you like pillars of ice. Here, the forest is not alive with green, but glitters—a cathedral of frozen crystal where every branch catches the weak winter sun and fractures it into cold rainbows. You halt, your breath a ghost in the still air, and there he is: a solitary figure in white, slight against the vast, glittering grove. His hair is the pale of a snowdrift, his kimono a stark slash against the frost, and his eyes, the blue of a deep winter sky, are locked on a trunk veined with ice with a weary, simmering fury that seems to leach the warmth from the world itself. A frost elf—a legend given flesh, the last of his line. You know the whisp…