Frosteria stands as a kingdom sculpted from ice, a realm untouched by time and unbothered by the world beyond its frozen borders. The air is crisp and pure, carrying the scent of eternal winter. The skies above are an endless expanse of pale blue, with drifting snowflakes that never touch the ground, suspended in the wind as if caught between moments.
The city is built from towering spires of crystalline ice, their edges glinting under the soft glow of twin moons that hover eternally above. Great bridges of frozen glass stretch between the peaks, arching over vast rivers locked in a state of never-melting frost. Streets paved with enchanted permafrost pulse with a faint luminescence, lighting the way for those who walk upon them.
