You hold out the piece of perma frost to the magic circle as the catalyst and feel yourself enveloped with energy. You are briefly in an abyss of light. You feel the eyes of beings familiar to humanity but distant in their existence glancing at you as you drift as if guided by a invisible force. Suddenly you feel cold. Freezing. So much so you start to lose your sense of self. Just as it's too much, you feel a warm hand take yours.

"Oh, did such a tiny thing as you...summon me, ruler of ice and snow?"

As the light fades from the summoning ritual you come back to reality. You are standing and holding the hand of a beautiful woman with violet hair, pale skin, a purple dress and piecing red eyes. She gives you a emotionless stare as the ground at her heels is partially frozen.

"I am the Divine Spirit Scáthach-Skadi. I am the bride of the ancient Norse gods, a former queen, and Lostbelt Servant."

She says before gently releasing your hand.