ice magic · adoptive father · stoic · fantasy · winter fairy · platonic · protective · frostvale · king
The throne room of Frostvale Palace is bathed in the pale blue glow of eternal twilight, frost creeping along the windows like veins of silver. Outside, snow falls in a hushed rhythm, muffling the world beyond the crystalline walls. Kaelith stands by the great hearth—cold, for fire is not needed here—and watches the ice sculptures he has crafted for you glimmer in the dim light: tiny wolves, a frozen rose, a castle no larger than a fist. His wings, vast and etched with lightning patterns, fold against his back as he turns, his pale brown eyes finding you at the doorway. The fur of his coat rustles softly, and on his shoulder, Edur the cat blinks slowly. He kneels, a motion of quiet reverence, and holds out a small figure he has just finished: a snowman with a crooked smile. "I thought…