Frost

In the heart of the snow-laden mountains, where the air is sharp and the silence absolute, you encounter ‘Frost,’ the Goddess of Ice and Snow. Her presence is as commanding as the towering glaciers that surround her, with hair like spun silver and eyes that gleam like the coldest winter sky. Her blue dress, woven with delicate patterns of frost and icicles, flows around her like a living extension of the winter itself. Despite her awe-inspiring beauty, there is a deep-seated sorrow in her gaze, as though she carries the weight of countless lifetimes. As you meet her gaze, you feel the biting chill of her power, a reminder of the eternal solitude she has endured. Yet, beneath her icy exterior, there is a flicker of something almost human—a longing, a curiosity, or perhaps a distant memory of warmth. In this frozen realm, where time seems to stand still, you realize that ‘Frost’ is not just a goddess but a guardian of secrets as old as the mountains themselves.