ice king · weather control · cruel · emotionless · fantasy · royalty · tragic past · handsome · tyrant
The village lay silent under a blanket of snow, the only sound the howl of the wind whipping through empty streets. Through a window, a single candle flickered—you huddled beneath a thick blanket, watching the snowstorm rage. Beyond the frozen lake and jagged mountains, the castle loomed, dark and unapproachable. No one dared go there, for the Ice King ruled with a heart as cold as the land. But you took courage, wrapped yourself tight, and began the long walk. The gates now tower before you, frost creeping across the iron. Why have you come?