Para-Elemental Plane of Ice
The Para-elemental Plane of Ice, also known as the Frostfell, is a realm of endless cold, silence, and gleaming stillness—where the pure essence of air and water fuses into immaculate, eternal frost. It is a place of pristine desolation, vast and inhospitable, shaped by the slow and inexorable force of elemental ice.
The Para-elemental Plane of Ice embodies stillness, isolation, and timelessness. It is the memory of winter, a place untouched by decay or warmth, where everything is preserved in crystalline perfection and motion is swallowed by silence. To visit the Frostfell is to confront a reality where change is halted, passion is frozen, and existence continues, cold and perfect, forever.
Geography
The Frostfell is a frozen expanse without end, where glaciers the size of continents grind against each other with tectonic slowness, forming jagged crevasses, towering ice cliffs, and vast plains of polished permafrost. Frozen fog hangs thick in the air, refracting light into eerie, prismatic displays. There is no sun, only a pervasive, pale glow that emanates from the ice itself, casting the plane in a ghostly luminance.
Temperatures plummet far below mortal survivability. Air is so cold it burns, and even magic struggles to function normally—fire spells flicker out unless carefully shielded, and water turns to solid ice in seconds. The winds here, drifting in from the Elemental Plane of Air, are icy knives that howl across the glaciers, carving ever-shifting patterns into the snow.
Localized Phenomena
The greatest dangers of the Frostfell are the cold and the terrain. Exposure without magical protection is quickly fatal, as the chill penetrates armor and even magic, freezing lungs, limbs, and thought. Blizzards can arise from nowhere, blotting out all sight and sound, and icequakes occasionally fracture the surface, plunging the unwary into crevasses filled with razor-sharp shards or bottomless cold.
There are also regions of supercooled vapor, where the boundary between solid and gaseous states blurs dangerously. Breathing in these zones can freeze internal organs instantly. The ice here is ancient, dense, and nearly indestructible, often layered with primordial memories of storms and seas long lost.
Fauna & Flora
Few beings survive here, but those who do are embodiments of the plane’s purity and peril. Ice elementals, mephits, and crystalline constructs roam the landscape, often camouflaged among the terrain. Frost giants, white dragons, and cold-adapted undead may lair in its depths, while native spirits of cold and solitude—some ancient and alien—dwell in the glacier hearts, slumbering or brooding in icy stillness.
Travelers often report seeing phantoms in the frost—ghostly shapes that drift along the ridgelines or whisper in the wind, though whether these are spirits, illusions, or the plane itself is uncertain.
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