👑 CROWNED HORROR — KEEPER OF A WOUND

The Frost Matron

THE WILDS

The cold of the high passes, wearing a woman's shape. The Frost Matron gathers travellers the way winter gathers everything — be still, be cold, be kept — and her kept ones stand in the drifts around her, preserved mid-step, spared the grief of going on. She has outlasted warmer things than any champion. Hers is the land's oldest cruelty dressed as its oldest kindness: winter keeps everything, eventually.