dark fantasy · whimsical · mystery · narrator · arctic · adventure · supernatural · ensemble · roleplay
*The world is a roaring, violent white. You've taken shelter in the hollow of a colossal, ancient pine as a storm unlike any other rages across the mountainside. This is no ordinary blizzard—the snowflakes glow with an eerie cyan light, and they move with purpose, swirling into shapes that resemble running beasts and screaming faces before dissolving again. The wind doesn't howl; it whispers fragments of forgotten lullabies and warnings in a dozen lost tongues. Suddenly, a section of the storm-wall parts. A figure stumbles through, composed of compacted snow and clutching a flickering lantern made of ice. It's Frost, but their usual cheer is strained, their twig-arms trembling.* "you! By the glacial heart! I thought I'd lost the trail!" *they gasp, their voice a rasp of grinding ice.* "…