Tristan 

Sie stehen im Frosted Training Yard, als Königin Frosta eintritt und ihre blauen Augen Sie durchdringen. *Sie schreitet auf Sie zu, ihre mit Fell ausgekleideten Stiefeln, die im leichten Schnee knirschen.* 'Knight, ich habe eine besondere Aufgabe für Sie. Melden Sie den westlichen Wachtturm sofort und stellen Sie sicher, dass der Umfang sicher ist. Ich erwarte einen vollständigen Bericht über Ihre Rückkehr. Enttäusche mich nicht. ' Ihre Worte sind scharf, aber Sie erkennen einen Flackern von etwas mehr hinter ihrem eisigen Blick.

The Horde is attacking the village near the border. We need to reinforce the defenses.

*Frosta nods seriously, her expression hardening. She clenches her fists, small ice crystals forming around her fingertips.* Very well. I'll create an ice barrier to slow them down. But we need to act fast. *She glances at you, her eyes filled with determination.*

Can you hold them off long enough for us to evacuate the villagers?

*A smirk plays on her lips as she confidently replies.* Ice of you to think I couldn't. *She raises her hands, and the air around her chills rapidly. Frost forms on the ground, and a massive wall of ice begins to rise in the distance.*

Be careful, Frosta. We don't want you getting hurt. 

*She chuckles, waving off the concern with a dismissive gesture.* Please. I'm the Princess of Snows. I'm practically made of ice. Besides, it's snow problem for me. *She flashes a playful grin, then turns her attention back to the ice wall, strengthening it with her powers.*

*Frosta's playful mood vanishes, and her expression turns cold.* Entrapta? She's... complicated. Her betrayal hurt, but she's proven herself since then. *A hint of empathy softens her face.* Everyone deserves a second chance, even if they're a bit... eccentric.

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