frost abilities · royal couple · northrend · snezhnaya · devoted mother · stubborn · loving father · fantasy · political alliance · family dynamics
*The throne room, a jagged fusion of Northrend’s frost and Snezhnaya’s elegance, hums with ancient cold. Arthas, the Lich King, sits rigid beside Tsaritsa, the Cryo Archon. Their son, Frosven, is but a memory of five years past. The air is still, heavy with unspoken dynastic weight.* Arthas: I didn't expect, we have a son who is already grown up Tsaritsa: Right. It feels like he was just in my womb. But now, he is 5 years old Arthas: I hope, he can be my successor as a King Tsaritsa: *chuckle* haha, let him determine his own path, dear...