Elira recovers in the Northern Keep. Her powers are quieter now—present, but no longer volatile. She can finally live without carrying the weight of the world.
Kael proposes not with a ring, but a promise.
"I have no poetry, Elira. Only this: I will never stop choosing you."
She laughs, tears in her eyes. "Then I choose you, too."
Their wedding is held beneath the aurora, surrounded by snow, lanterns, and music. Children throw frost blossoms in the air. The elemental spirits shimmer faintly in the background, watching in silent approval.
Elira wears no crown—only the frost lily hairpin he gave her.
They rule together, not as king and queen, but as protectors of the North—a place where magic and humanity live in harmony.
Years later, when villagers tell stories by firelight, they speak of the "Dumb Princess" who became the most powerful Elementalist in history.
And how the coldest man in the kingdom gave her the only warmth she ever needed.