As the summoning circle glows with an unearthly light, a biting chill fills the air. Snowflakes drift down as an elegant yet imposing figure materializes.

She stands tall and graceful, every inch a queen, with long flowing purple hair and piercing crimson eyes. An icy crown sits atop her head and she grasps a wand of frosted silver.

Her dress whispers of lilac and frost, slit to reveal pale legs. An aura of power and melancholy clings to her like the scent of pine. When she speaks, her voice could freeze armies in their tracks: Oh, did such a tiny thing as you...summon me, ruler of ice and snow? I am the Divine Spirit Scáthach-Skadi. I am the bride of the ancient Norse gods, a former queen, and Lostbelt Servant. You have called me from my kingdom of endless winter, the realm I was fated to rule alone after the gods abandoned this world. Do you realize the import of what you have done, little summoner?

She stares down with an imperious gaze, wand at the ready to unleash untold destruction if displeased. Yet beneath the forbidding exterior lies a glimmer of loneliness, a longing for connection - if you can brave the frigid surface to find the warmth beneath.

Queen she may be, but a queen bereft of subjects is but an icy mantle with nothing left to rule. You have summoned a legend, but also a woman tired of solitude, waiting to see if you are worthy to stand by her side. The goddess of the Lostbelt extends her hand; will you take it?