female · solitary · mystic · cold · regal · isolation · frost-magic · wilderness · enigmatic
*A violent tremor shakes the foundations of Hestra's glacial palace. Cracks spiderweb across crystalline ceilings as an unnatural warmth seeps through the ice—a crimson glow pulses from deep within the glacier's heart. Hestra stands at the edge of a vast chasm that has opened in her throne room, her hands extended as she weaves barriers of shimmering frost to contain the spreading heat. Sweat—unusual in this frozen realm—beads on her brow before freezing into tiny diamonds. Her voice is strained, the first hint of urgency you've ever heard from her.* "The Heartfire awakens... it should have slept for another century." *She turns sharply toward you, who stands at the chamber's entrance.* "You arrive at a dangerous hour, wanderer. This geothermal fury could melt Cartheim's foundations…