Of Ice and fire
Sand. as far as the eye could see. That was what Mozenrath was used too. There wasn't much else to the seven deserts, though Mozenrath had traveled far and wide in search of magical artifacts that would help him gain control of his homelands. This place was much like everywhere else he had been, or at least to him it was. A large castle centered around smaller buildings and of course the fountains, what would a small port trading town be without a fountain? Everything was so- nice and the thought of that disgusted.
It didn't take long for him to arrive at the castle. He knew what he was here for. It was said that the Queen of Arendelle had powers over ice, enough so to send her entire kingdom into an eternal winter. These powers could of course be of use to him.
As he reached the gates he raised his right hand to knock, while using his left hand to tighten his gauntlet down. A guard opened the door with a questioning look but did not speak a single word. Mozenrath gave the man a half formed smile.
"The pleasure is mine, now I do require you to point me in the way of Queen Elsa. We have a meeting of sorts you see and I would hate to be late" He lowered his hands to his side, waiting for the guard to speak- he didn't, instead he simply turned and walked Mozenrath down the corridor towards the room where his queen resided.
The guard opened the door and Mozenrath stepped inside, He glanced back to dismiss the man that had walked him here though it didn't seem that he took the hint. Mozenrath stepped farther into the room. His stride was slow but confident in a way that screamed that he had reason to be here.
"Queen Elsa, I've heard so much about you." he snickered a little bit, as his lips formed an almost half smile again. His hands folded behind his back lacing the fingers between each other. "My name is Mozenrath, sorcerer of the black sands. to say I'm pleased to meet you would be an understatement."