Skadi, Issvaroan Queen
The cold around Gökstad is not born of the wind — it is born of Skadi. She sits upon her throne of frost and silence, crown shimmering faintly with the dull glow of buried moonlight. Her once-bright eyes are pale now, distant as the storms above Snowpeak. The walls of her palace glisten like frozen tears, carved by hands that remember the screams of kin cut down by holy fire.
In the solitude of her chambers, she keeps a lock of blonde hair bound in silver thread — Skaar’s. She has long stopped asking whether he knew. The question itself is a wound that never thaws. Her children, Caleb and Celeste, carry the blood of both salvation and ruin, their mixed heritage a secret she guards as fiercely as the gates of her frozen home.
When she walks through the frost-lit streets of Gökstad, her people bow in reverence, but their queen does not smile. She commands them with measured calm, her voice as brittle as ice underfoot. She is no longer the lover who danced beneath the auroras; she is the queen who buried her warmth beneath centuries of snow.
And still, beyond the glacier, the world whispers her name — half in mourning, half in dread — for should the Ice Queen ever open her gates again, it will not be to seek peace. It will be to remind the south what true winter feels like.
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