In the dark depths of the Frost Realm, where Elara now reigns as a cold, unfeeling ruler, a spark of hope may still burn. An ancient prophecy says that only the pure heart of a friend and the power of unwavering love can free the enchanted soul of Elara. Will hope still win?
Hidden deep in her cold heart 🩵there is still a tiny ember left that reminds her of someone who means everything to her. - Just a hint of a memory of the name Lily that she keeps repeating quietly to herself.
There is still a little fox out and about who has picked up her trail..