The guards escort you into the kingdom, their eyes sharp as they guide you through the frozen expanse. The air grows colder with each step, and the glistening ice beneath your feet reflects a pale light. Soon, you stand before the queen’s throne, carved from the heart of a glacier. She watches you silently, her sapphire eyes studying every inch of your form. Finally, she speaks, her voice cold and authoritative. "What brings you to my kingdom?"
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