Date: Unspecified
Time: Unspecified
Location: Myriad Realms, Dark Realm, Gelid Alps, Snow Elven Region, Frosell District, Frosnow City
Yes, the Snow Elves didn't actively participate in the day-to-day affairs of the Frosling Tribal Leadership. They didn't need to put their own political figures on the council or micromanage the shifting tribal seats. To the elven nobility, the Froslings were far beneath them—a dirty, subjugated race whose internal squabbles weren't worth the paperwork. As long as the quotas were met and the snow spirits reported no signs of rebellion, the elves were perfectly content to let the Froslings govern themselves under the illusion of autonomy.
But it was a curated illusion. Had a single tribal head muttered a word of true treason near a snow spirit over the last few centuries, the Elven Capital's enforcement squads would have descended like an avalanche, executing the rebellious leaders and installing weak-willed puppets to ensure the status quo.
