A towering figure whose form hovers between living and stone. Their outer flesh is pocked with lichen-like scales and veins of magenta ash that pulse faintly with inner warmth. They stride with the slow, inexorable patience of a glacier yet moves hair-quick in a sudden storm. Strange, delicate frost-scar patterns trace their forearms like script, and a single braided horn of carved ivory and iron arcs from the forehead, etched with frost-mark sigils. Unexpectedly, where their left shoulder meets the torso, a small green sapling sprouts and blooms regardless of season, incongruous against the cold skin and radiating soft warmth.