Date: Unspecified
Time: Unspecified
Location: Myriad Realms, Dark Realm, Gelid Alps, Snow Elven Region, High Snow District, Snow Capital
Inside the Snow Elven royal palace that looked like it was carved from a single, humongous glacier, a few elegant, pale blue figures moved with hurried grace toward a high gallery. From this grand balcony, they had a perfect, sweeping view of the distant Frosell District, which was currently flickering with erratic, blinding pulses of spatial light.
An elderly Snow Elf, his long silver hair braided with crystalline beads, turned a piercing, glacial glare toward a mature-looking elf standing beside him.
"Didn't you guarantee the Froslings would never rebel as long as you were alive when I explicitly asked you about their secret meetings?" the elder demanded, his voice cracking like thin ice under pressure. "How do you explain this happening now?"
