The wind blew with a biting cold that seemed to be part of the very soul of the north. Across the vast expanse of ice-elf territory, snow covered every inch of the ground like a pristine white blanket.
The mountains rose imposingly into the grey sky, their peaks perpetually crowned by glittering glaciers that reflected the few rays of sunlight. This was a frozen, hostile world to anyone not born under its influence, but to the ice elves, it was their home, a place of unparalleled beauty and harmony with nature.
The vegetation, though sparse, had learned to endure. The trees of the frozen forests, tall and sturdy, had silvery bark that sparkled in the light.
Their branches, covered in perpetual frost, held needle-thin leaves that absorbed nutrients from the frozen air. On the ground, bright blue moss covered the rocks, while small, pale-colored ice flowers poked boldly through the snow.
