The night was as black as the deepest recesses of the earth, lonely as the dank corners of the hollowed mountains, but resolution glowed in her eyes as she climbed, up, up, up to the peak of this remote and forgotten place. With the wind howling in her ears, a cold blade poised over the flesh, she walked, crooning to the sky, calling to snow and ice by Its name until It was around her- coating her skin, freezing her to the bone.
Here, in this land of desolation abandoned by the Gods long ago, when men had forsaken belief in favour of blood, the Snow Queen stood and lifted her arms, palms upturned.
“Rise!” she said, her voice echoing in her blanket of darkness, and It rose.
Her people had been promised an army.
She was giving them war.