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The Snow Queen Gets Lonely

... heavy silence settled in the throne room as Freya frowned, a flicker of doubt creeping into her heart. She had poured everything she had into that spell. Why had it failed to bring her icy creation to life?

She studied her sculpture, looking for imperfections, any flaw that might have interfered with the magic. But she could find nothing amiss. Every muscle, every sinew, was crafted to masculine perfection.

Freya's cheeks flushed as her eyes once again wandered over the impressive physique, lingering on the intimate details she had so meticulously carved. There was no doubt the sculpture itself was flawless.

Which meant the failure was with her.

Freya sighed, her shoulders slumping. Perhaps this was a sign her powers had limits after all. For all her mastery over ice and snow, could she really create life where there was none? Was that not a magic reserved for the gods?

She shook her head. No—she refused to accept defeat so easily. Her magic had never failed her before. She simply needed to dig deeper.

Freya closed her eyes, centering her mind and drawing on the well of power within. She could feel it—an icy energy flowing through her veins, crackling at her fingertips. This time, she would hold nothing back.

Her eyes snapped open, blazing with icy blue intensity. The temperature plunged as she raised her hands, the air swirling with snow and frost. She unleashed the full force of her magic, her body shaking with the effort. Icy winds howled around her, ...

... the floor cracking beneath her feet.

With a final cry, she directed all her energy at the sculpture. A brilliant flash of blue erupted from her hands, engulfing the icy figure. The light was blinding, forcing Freya to shield her eyes.

Freya watched with bated breath as the icy sculpture began to glow from within, suffused with a warm, pulsating light. Fractals of color danced across the throne room walls, the kaleidoscopic display at once beautiful and otherworldly.

Hope swelled within Freya's chest. Could this be it? Had her magic finally succeeded in bringing life to her frozen creation?

The icy form seemed to thrum with energy, the light pulsing steadily like a heartbeat. Freya took a step forward, her hand outstretched, ready to meet the living, breathing man she had conjured from ice and snow.

But then the pulsing slowed, the light dimming until it was but a faint echo within the icy form. The mesmerizing dance of colors on the walls faded away, and the throne room was plunged back into shadowy dimness.

Freya's hand dropped to her side, her shoulders slumping in dismay. The sculpture stood before her, lifeless as ever, the flickering light leaving no trace of warmth or life behind. Once again, her magic had failed to bridge the gap between her artistic creation and a living, sentient being.

"Why?" Freya cried out, her voice echoing forlornly off the icy walls. "What am I doing wrong?"

Despair started to seep into Freya's heart, the icy walls of her ...