The Frozen Cave Dweller

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  Just by the source of the Vyka River in the Red Crest Islands is a cave found low inside a mountain containing a pool of an impossibly cold liquid that emits a dense white fog.
Anything that touches this liquid is instantly frozen, turning living matter into brittle chunks in mere seconds.   Many are the theories about the pool of the Cave of the Frozen Scars.
The more science-driven try to find some physical explanation, suggesting this is a gas that somehow became so cold that it turned into liquid, being fed by some system that super-cools it.   However, most people, especially the Red Crestians, believe that the pool was created by a mythical, supernatural being, of the kind known as the "Night Dwellers", with this particular individual having a body so cold that it freezes the very air around her.    

A Failed Search

But why is this Night Dweller stuck at the bottom of a cave, instead of dwelling in the nights?
The eager Red Crestians will say this is the result of her failure on the pursuit of Love.   As with all Night Dwellers, the Frozen Cave Dweller was once a societarian that, in a time of magic, yearned for change so strongly that a special pact was offered to her to get rid of her struggles in exchange for her past.
Having achieved a new body and power, she roamed the nights to pursue her dream of acceptance, but her new appearance was not helping her popularity as it was not her body, as she had thought, that drove others away. She travelled west, seeking community, and becoming colder as she found herself unable to keep companions around for long.
The more she travelled, the colder she became, making her pursue even harder. She had become a gelid creature that drove others away with her lack of warmth.   Bitter and defeated, still oblivious of the true reason behind her failures, she walked upstream alongside the river Vyka, until she found the meeting place of the plains, the white forest, the badlands and the mountains.
She reasoned that such a diversity of sights would bring a diversity of creatures and she would finally find her people, but she had made herself unapproachable, unlovable. She roamed the nights around the area at first hoping for her solution to present itself, but each day she retreated further into the cave she made herself at home in, and each day she would leave for a little less time.   Finally, she had become so cold that the very air would freeze around her, and she stuck to the bottom of the cave, forming a lake where anybody that tried to approach would froze and fall apart, sealing her fate.