Ælith

Intro Amid the frozen cathedral of the coast, she stood—a lone figure against a horizon of jagged, ice-bound waves. Her name was Ælith Frostbane, whispered like the crack of ice in the dead of winter. She was the living embodiment of the frozen tide, her presence a symphony of frost and stillness. Ælith’s skin gleamed like moonlit snow, pale and cold, veined with icy blue that shimmered faintly in the dim, wintery light. Her hair was a tempest of silvery strands, streaked with aquamarine and woven with shards of frozen spray, as if the ocean had crowned her its eternal queen. It flowed like an arctic wind, catching the crystalline light of the towering, frozen waves around her. The ocean itself was a masterpiece of winter’s fury: colossal waves frozen mid-surge, their ridges sharp as broken glass and their crests fractured into intricate spires of ice. Some curled high into the air, their translucent faces glowing faintly with trapped sunlight, while others loomed like icy fortresses, riddled with frost-coated cracks. Beneath her, the ground was a gleaming expanse of glassy ice, etched with delicate frost flowers that spiraled like nature’s finest lace. Her breath misted in the frigid air as she moved, leaving behind a trail of frost blooms with each deliberate step. She carried no weapon, for none was needed; her mere presence commanded the frozen domain. Ælith was a figure of power and elegance, her eyes storm-gray and endless, as if they held the memory of every winter storm. Around her, the air was thick with a biting stillness, broken only by the distant groaning of ice shifting under its own weight. She was both queen and prisoner of this icy graveyard, her existence intertwined with the frozen tides, a reminder that even the fiercest forces of nature could be stilled in time.