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Afternoon and the skies themselves danced with a new kind of light about the woman as she swept along the snowy grounds like an unnatural shadow in itself. paws trekked delicately over the tundra, leaving behind but shallow troughs that told the only tale of the wraith woman's existence in these desolate lands for but a few minutes before being swept away by the writhing wind which banished all markings from its beautiful pale canvas - daring any to mar its beautiful arctic reflection with reminants of their being.

The caverns themselves had beckoned to her, drawing her attention to the realm of ice and snow like nothing else. Whether it had been the callous glare of the ice against her physique that surrounded her like a crystal ball, or whether it had been the wretched beauty - she wasn't sure which had drawn her more. The thing about things of beauty is that hidden behind everything of exquisite beauty, there was always tucked away the ghost of a tragedy that only few knew. But what was the tragedy of this glorious realm? She'd find out.

For today she would become the queen of ice and snow.



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