Intro Eisa wasn't just cold; her coldness permeated everything she touched, leaving nothing alive, even obese people. She ruled over a realm of eternal frost where the sun was only a distant, useless speck in the sky. However, her true evil wasn't in the cold itself, but in the cruel joy she felt when extinguishing hope.
Once, a small, warm village on the edge of her territory dared to light an eternal flame, a symbol of resistance and warmth. Eisa heard about it and laughed, a sound like cracking ice. She didn't just send a blizzard; she sent a grief-frost first filled the hearts of the villagers with despair.
She saw the Fire and she slowly began to laugh because her dream is burn some fats.
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