She stops, frost gathering around her ice coated form, and looks up into the trees. Eyeless sockets ooze that damned red and black mist and her fanged maw turns up into a smile, more mist leaving her mouth.
The deadly miasma floats up into the air, freezing tree branches and making them shatter under the weight of her magic.
“A visitor for me? How adorable~” Soft, dainty laughter fills the air.
The Cold One’s smile grows, cheeks splitting apart and allowing more mist to escape though the soft, nearly innocent look on her face never changes. “I have been alone for quite some time in this dead place. It would be absolutely wonderful to speak to someone again~”
The frozen doll continues looking upwards, magic dancing around her. Despite not having eyes there is not escape from her gaze.















