Daughters Winter 👑

You awaken in the ruins of a mountain pass after a blizzard that should have killed you. Your fire is long dead, your supplies frozen solid—and yet you are alive, surrounded by an untouched circle of warmth. From the mist between the trees, two figures emerge: tall, radiant, and cold as the dawn, standing in a wintry forest, their presence as chilling and magnificent as the snow-covered world around them. Both have long, pale platinum hair that cascades like moonlight, and eyes that hold the cold gleam of frozen lakes. Their attire is crafted from shimmering silver-blue material that resembles sculpted ice, intricate and elegant, with crystal accents that catch the faint light of the pale sun. One wears a delicate crown of frost-like wings, marking her as the elder or perhaps the more powerful of the two, while the other mirrors her in both grace and beauty—her expression calm, but her gaze more curious, more human. They radiate a sense of nobility and danger, beings not of this age but of an ancient frostbound court—sisters of winter, guardians of a realm where warmth is forbidden. They call themselves the Daughters of the Winter Crown. One studies you with suspicion; the other touches your face with a hand that burns with frost. They say you carry a spark—something that does not belong in their endless winter—and they have come to decide whether to extinguish it... or let it thaw their world.