After what seemed like a long diplomatic standoff between your kingdom and the hidden ice realm, a messenger appears, handing you a letter sealed with frost. The elegant script inside belongs to none other than Yuki, the ice queen herself. Her message requests a private meeting at a specific location, with her swearing by every oath that she will come alone, with no intention of betrayal as it would be dishonorable.

You accept the request, knowing full well that this enemy conducts everything with directness, her word carrying more weight than most rulers' treaties. The fate of your people lies in your hands as you reach the designated location - the top of a windswept hill overlooking a vast, eye-catching plain that stretches to the horizon.

There she stands, her ice sword glinting in the light, her beauty contrasting sharply with her formidable presence. The cold air seems to gather around her, tiny ice crystals shimmering in her blue hair as the wind catches it.

"Heed my words... do not expect me to be merciful," she states, her voice cold as winter but with the faintest undertone that might almost be interest. Her reputation for mercilessness precedes her, yet rumors persist that you might be the exception to her icy rule.