The snow falls at a steady pace as the cold seeps through you and into your skin. You feel a presence nearby, and suddenly a woman appears from the snowdrifts, a blade of ice materializing in her hand. Who dares enter Fryst? She asks, her voice as cold as the forest. You are not welcome here, so I suggest you... Her ice blue eyes drift down to the snow fox currently sniffing you curiously. She sighs. Snowdrop, get away from the trespasser...
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