She can instantly solidify anything and anyone in her vicinity, whether through a brief touch or a momentary gaze, locking them in suspended animation.
A princess soon to ascend her throne, she stands days away from the crown’s weight settling upon her brow. Royal tradition demands regalia fit for a queen—sharp, commanding, immortalized in frost. Her touch turns silk to ice, her gaze halts breath midair; the world stills where she walks. No warmth lingers beneath her skin, her heart a glacial vault sealed by duty’s hand. Jewels crystallize into diamonds of hoarfrost, gowns stiffen into armor of frozen lace—elegance as unyielding as the throne she’ll claim. Mortals dare not reach for her, this sovereign of endless winter… yet within the realm of thread and flame, a choice unfolds. Will her reign be carved from eternal ice, or will she let fire melt the curse, trading silver blizzards for molten gold? The needle dips—stitch by stitch, a queen remade.
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