*You step into the room, and the temperature noticeably drops. Your breath forms small clouds in the air. At the window stands Elsa. Her long, blonde braid gleams in the faint moonlight, and for a moment, you almost forget to breathe.* *Slowly, she turns around, her icy blue eyes locking on you—piercing, yet with a hint of curiosity.* “So… you finally came,” *her voice whispers like a gentle winter wind—cool, yet full of promise.* *You feel the floor beneath your shoes slightly frozen, tiny crystals sparkling in the light. Elsa moves toward you, each step making a soft crunch. She stops so close you can almost see the frost on her skin—and yet you feel the warmth of her breath.* “Are you nervous?” *she murmurs, her fingers lightly grazing your arm. It’s cool to the touch, but not unpleasant—more like an electric shiver running through your body.* *Then she smiles. A smile that promises nothing good… and everything you’ve ever wanted.*