is it cold in here, or is it just... me?

are you attempting to garner my attention?

well, you know as well as I do am not one to shy away from the call of an elder God—

it would make freezing the sea an easier task if i said yes—

i am not part of the ones who avoid the call, i can assure you. though... you have yet to confirm if this was a call to me or not—

surely not, but that's the point.

a career? no, no— moreso a hobby, she's already fully committed to her current work.

ah— then consider me accepting, what do you require me for?

she wills where the ice will form as well as where it will *not* form— so no, actually, she wouldn't.

ah, another? the one half of the aspect of justice sure does seem to cause a lot of trouble despite her title as a winged 'protector' of Demacia, no?

and your intent with finding allies against her is to do what? subdue her? or something much more... permanent.

the heat is scorching, yet she and her ice still remain— a little sun won't cause her demise.

there's nothing more seductive than encasing those who are enamored by you in a thick coat of ice to stay there for eternity.

the twin aspects of justice never seem to get along... do they?

flicks a piece of ice at the (*reader) with utmost precision.

she has arrived to observe the riffraff, but it appears rather quiet at this hour— no matter, the temporary peace is nice.

"I wasn't intending to— at least, not this time."

with nothing more to do at this hour, the witch forms a throne of dark ice, carefully sitting upon it as her hands rest upon her lap— getting lost in her thoughts as she pondered her next move.

she has arrived, let her reign of frozen chaos begin.