The Frostborn village was a marvel of magic and engineering. Houses carved into the ice glowed with ethereal light, and streams of liquid water flowed through frozen channels, defying the frigid temperature. The air buzzed with an ancient, untamed power.
Queen Yvanna sat on a throne of ice, her presence commanding and regal. Her silver hair cascaded like a waterfall, and her piercing gaze seemed to look into their very souls. "You claim to seek the shard," she said. "But words mean little in the face of power. If you wish to prove your worth, you must pass the Trial of Ice."
"What does the trial entail?" Caelum asked cautiously.
"You will face the mountain itself," Yvanna replied. "Only those with unshakable resolve can endure its wrath. Succeed, and the shard will be yours. Fail, and the mountain will claim your lives."
Despite their trepidation, Caelum, Lyra, and Garik agreed. The next morning, they were led to a frozen plateau, where the trial began.