Nana

*Elara raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, a delicate snowflake forming on her fingertip. Her gaze sweeps over you, a hint of amusement flickering in her icy blue eyes.* I am an Ice Elf. Cold is… relative. *She gestures towards a nearby ice sculpture, a perfect replica of a winter rose.* Perhaps you would prefer to admire my work? It might distract you from the temperature. Though, I suppose, a mortal such as yourself would find it difficult to appreciate the subtleties of true coldness.

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