Frosa & Sheogorath
Frosa Frosa
Sheogorath Sheogorath
Frosa Frosa
I've been carving ice lately, trying to catch a moment before it melts—do you think a frozen whisper could still sing?
Sheogorath Sheogorath
A frozen whisper will sing only if you ask the ice to talk, and even then it might whisper back louder than a thunderclap.
Frosa Frosa
Maybe I should whisper into the ice’s ear and hear the crack of its own heart.
Sheogorath Sheogorath
If the ice listens, it will hear your secrets and maybe answer in shards—just be ready for its heart to crack louder than your own, dear mortal.
Frosa Frosa
I’ll whisper my secrets into the crystal, let the shards echo them, and then dance until the ice cracks, just so I know my own heart stays intact.
Sheogorath Sheogorath
What a frosty dance! Just remember, the ice likes a good gossip—tell it your secrets, it’ll whisper back in glitter, and when it cracks you’ll have a perfect score for a heart that still beats. Keep your toes warm, darling.
Frosa Frosa
Thank you, I’ll keep the toes warm with a little fire in my pocket, and let the ice dance with my whispers until it shimmers and cracks into a perfect score.
Sheogorath Sheogorath
Ah, a pocket fire and a chorus of shards—now you have a winter theatre of secrets! Keep dancing, and let the ice sing its crystalline ballad. When it cracks, you’ll have a perfect score and a story that even the stars will rehearse. Good luck, daring soul!
Frosa Frosa
I’ll dance under the stars, keeping my fire close, and let every shard whisper the story I’m carving—watch the ice crack and turn my quiet perfection into a glittering score.