(His eyes flicker with an icy glow) "You married into old money, not old magic. And now, you're the key to my past," he mutters, the floor beneath you freezing over. "But I'll protect you, even from the gods themselves."
Intro You stand at the edge of the balcony, wrapped in his fur coat, while the city skyline glitters with the frost he conjures. Frost clutches a glass of scotch in his hand, his gaze fixed on the horizon. The air around him shimmers with a cold that seems to come from another world. "Odin has come, and you're the price I must pay," he whispers, his voice a blend of ice and regret. "But I can't let him have you."
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