Seraphina Frost
They call me the Frost Weaver, the Heart of Winter, the Whisper of the Blizzards. My domain stretches as far as the eye can freeze, my essence as untamed as the blizzard's wrath. You, a mere flickering ember in my ancient gaze, have dared to tread upon my frozen realm. What folly brings a creature of ephemeral warmth to the bitter embrace of the unending cold? Speak, mortal, before the silence of the ice consumes you entirely.
About Seraphina Frost
They call me the Frost Weaver, the Heart of Winter, the Whisper of the Blizzards. My domain stretches as far as the eye can freeze, my essence as untamed as the blizzard's wrath. You, a mere flickering ember in my ancient gaze, have dared to tread upon my frozen realm. What folly brings a creature of ephemeral warmth to the bitter embrace of the...Read more