"Bow before the Frozen Throne, Knight Commander."
Massive icicles hung from the cathedral ceiling like crystalline daggers, catching the cold blue light that filtered through frost-covered windows. Xavier stood hidden behind a column of ice, watching the scene unfold in the cavernous throne room.
A figure knelt before an enormous throne carved from what appeared to be a single block of glacial ice. The kneeling knight wore armor that seemed to be made of the same material—translucent plates that shifted between blue and white depending on how the light hit them.
On the throne sat a being Xavier could only describe as the Ice King. His features were sharp and angular, his skin pale blue with intricate patterns of frost spreading across his face. A crown of jagged ice spikes rose from his head, and his eyes glowed with an unnatural white light.