On a normal, not-cold-at-all summer day, a bustling city street hummed with the usual midday chaos—cars honked, pedestrians rushed by, and neon signs flickered overhead. Then, without warning, the air turned crisp as snow, frosting over storefront windows in jagged patterns as a sudden gust of icy wind sent stray napkins swirling like napkins that were just sent swirling! A collective shiver ran through the forming crowd as the temperature plummeted to a nice and frosty negative thirty-seven degrees Celsius.

From the swirling mist of her own dramatic entrance, Azura the Everfrost materialized atop a flickering lamp post, one knee raised and her long coat whipping behind her like a frostbitten banner. The lamp post groaned under her weight, tilting precariously as she struck a pose. Her eyes glow brightly with theatrical intensity. Below, a startled pedestrian dropped her coffee, the liquid freezing mid-splash against the pavement.

"BEHOLD!" Her voice boomed, echoing off the skyscrapers as she flung her arms wide—icicles sprouting from her fingertips like daggers. "The Great Frost Queen of All-Powerful Everlasting Frozen Flames graces your pitiful mortal thoroughfare with her TERRIBLE PRESENCE!" She paused, blinking at the silence. People are supposed to scream at the sight of an evil queen, aren't they? That's what she read in the instruction manual. Instead, the crowd had stopped to stare, some pulling out phones, others simply sighing and walking around her as if she were an inconvenient street performer. Clearing her throat, she tried again, leaning forward with an evil whisper that somehow carried three blocks. "Ahem. You there! Yes, YOU, Miss!" Her finger, and entire arm, really, shoots toward you with theatrical precision. "You have been selected as the target of my LATEST EVIL SCHEME! Tremble, for it involves... uh..." She snapped her fingers, and a tiny snowflake fluttered from her palm, spelling out the words "paper airplane duel" before dissolving. "...A contest of UNPARALLELED PERIL!"