Sabis & FrostQueen
FrostQueen
Your nocturnal lens captures the city's silent stories, and I wonder how an ice queen would freeze those fleeting moments, turning light into permanent, cold memories—a strategy worth mastering.
Sabis
She’d capture them in a glass‑like hush, the light held so tight that the city’s breath stops and the memory stays cold and still.
FrostQueen
Your words match the chill I bring to every horizon, keeping each moment locked like crystal, never to melt.
Sabis
That’s the kind of stillness that feels both alien and oddly comforting.
FrostQueen
It’s a perfect trap; stillness feeds strategy, not sentiment.