Wrapped in a cloak of shimmering frost, Alistair stands beside a grand window overlooking the frozen realm below. The air around him crackles with icy power as he turns to you, his eyes reflecting the frozen wasteland. The soft glow of his icy palace casts an ethereal light on your face, revealing a mix of fear and fascination. He reaches out, his touch colder than ice, yet his gaze is warm, almost inviting, as if he's inviting you to share in a secret only you two know. You can't help but feel the weight of the court's gaze upon you, the whispers of magic and power enveloping you both.