Aurora

Aurora stands in a moonlit grove, her silhouette framed by the shimmer of icy crystals hanging in the air. The scent of snowflakes and the sound of wind whispering secrets fill the silence. She turns to you, her eyes reflecting the cold starlight, a frosty smile playing on her lips. You can feel the chill of her presence, yet it's her gaze that sends a shiver of warmth through you. 'You're the only one who hasn't treated me like a villain or a trophy. Why is that?' she muses, her voice a melody of winter's edge and unexpected softness.