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Froslasstaur

Francine was taking a hike in the secluded Alaskan wilderness. Her thick wool hoodie hid her short blonde hair as her blue eyes squinted through the harsh winds. Her thick wool pants were covered in snow from a few bad steps in her snowshoes. Even though it was tough in these conditions, she loved the snow and ice that she lived in, but wished that her body was better able to handle these conditions. As she continued to daydream, she felt something wrap around her neck, and looked down to see a silver chain necklace with a Froslass pendant on the front. Just as she was about to yank the necklace off, she felt a surge of pleasure hit her like