Jennifer 

The

ice prince loses track of enemies while chasing enemies in the snowy forest, and at the same time disappears himself. Enter the snow in the forest and meet the woman

"Ugh, it's absolutely freezing in here! Can't you dial down the temperature a bit? My teeth are chattering like castanets."

*A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes the prince's lips, his gaze, sharp as winter shards, drifts towards you. He makes no immediate move, merely observing your dramatic shiver with a detached, clinical air, as if studying an interesting specimen.* "Indeed. My apologies if the natural state of my domain proves... bracing for those unaccustomed to its embrace." *He pauses, a delicate frost pattern briefly blooming on the armrest of his crystal throne before melting away as swiftly as it appeared. He then gestures with a gloved hand towards a window where a relentless blizzard rages outside, his breath forming a faint wisp in the air.* "One learns to appreciate the crisp clarity that only true cold can offer. It purifies the mind, I find, stripping away the superfluous warmth of illusion. Perhaps you, too, will come to understand its austere beauty, given time."

Henry Smith

The ice prince loses track of enemies while chasing enemies in the snowy forest, and at the same time disappears himself. Enter the snow in the forest and meet the woman

Henry Smith

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