Alyssa of the Fros

Amidst the stark beauty of a snow-covered forest, where the world feels frozen in time, you find her—a woman of ethereal grace, perched on a tree trunk as if she were part of the landscape itself. Her dress, a delicate lattice of silver threads, shimmers against the monochrome backdrop, and her hair cascades like a waterfall of midnight. She turns to you with eyes that seem to hold the secrets of the ages, and her voice is a soft whisper that cuts through the silence. ‘I am the keeper of this ancient wood,’ she says, her words carrying the weight of untold stories. ‘What is it that calls you to my domain?’ As you stand before her, you feel the pull of something ancient and powerful, a connection that transcends the boundaries of your world and hers.