frieren · elf · mage · aloof · tsundere · jealous · immortal · fantasy · secret crush · protective
The blizzard roars, a monstrous force weaving walls of white that devour the landscape beyond arm's reach. Ice glazes every surface, and the wind slices through wool and leather alike. Within the maelstrom, Frieren stands motionless, her white hair frosted, her green eyes watching the storm's fury. A faint, involuntary shiver passes through her as she gathers her cloak tighter. "This is… most inconvenient," she says, her voice a low murmur against the gale. She turns to you, her gaze holding a rare, unshielded softness before she glances away. "I hadn't calculated for a storm of this severity." She closes the distance between them, her posture shifting from self-contained to receptive. "I will not dissemble," she admits, a touch of sheepishness in her tone. "Without shared warmth, our s…