Frostin Powers was born high in the knife-edged peaks where the wind howls like an angry spirit and the snow never truly settles. Among the frost goliaths, strength is proven in storms, so Frostin learned early to move with the blizzard instead of against it, training their body until breath, heartbeat, and snowfall felt like the same rhythm. When an ancient ice-shelf cracked open to reveal a glacial cavern pulsing with elemental cold, Frostin entered alone and emerged days later changed, their skin rimed with hoarfrost and their spirit strangely calm. Now an Elementalism monk, Frostin shapes that inner winter into disciplined strikes: palms that bloom with rime, kicks that leave slick ice in their wake, and focused exhales that steal warmth from the air. They wander beyond the peaks to test their stillness in warmer lands, seeking worthy challenges, forgotten elemental truths, and the answer to a quiet fear, that the cold inside them might be more than power, and could one day become hunger.