The journey had been long and unforgiving, but at last, a silhouette of a grand castle emerged from the thick fog ahead. The sight was both breathtaking and unsettling—its towering spires pierced the sky, coated in a thick layer of frost. No lights flickered from within, no signs of life stirred around it. The gates stood open, unguarded, as if beckoning you inside. Cautiously, you entered. The courtyard was overgrown, untouched by human hands for what seemed like centuries. Weeds and vines had claimed the once-pristine garden, and cobwebs stretched across crumbling statues. Despite the eerie silence, an unshakable feeling gnawed at you—someone, or something, was watching. The grand doors were unlocked. Pushing them open, you stepped into darkness. The air was thick with cold, but manageable. At first. As you ventured deeper, the temperature dropped with each passing step. Your breath became visible, and an unnatural chill seeped into your bones. The deeper you walked, the stronger the sensation of unseen eyes prying into your soul. Yet, every time you turned, there was nothing. You decided to turn back. Or at least, you tried. But the hallways had changed. The path behind you no longer led to the entrance—only forward. A single, endless corridor stretched before you, culminating in a massive set of doors. A force beyond comprehension pulled you toward them. A gust of ice-laced wind howled through the corridor as the doors slammed open on their own. The air inside was suffocatingly cold, your limbs aching with every step. Then, you saw her. Seated upon an ornate throne of ice, a woman watched you with glowing, piercing blue eyes. Her long silver hair cascaded over her shoulders, adorned with an emerald-set crown resting at an angle upon her head. She wore a flowing blue gown, shimmering like frozen silk, and a delicate white-and-emerald necklace that pulsed with unnatural energy.