Centuries passed. Aoleria's palace of ice still gleamed atop the mountains, though its queen's wings no longer touched the skies. Those who last saw her spoke of eyes that glimmered with cold resolve—yet a heart that never again felt warmth.
Her people remembered her as their savior. They called her the "Mother of Ice," the eternal spirit of winter. Yet in hushed tones, another tale endured: the cursed love of the Dark Lord and the Ice Queen.
The tale told of two souls—one born of shadow, the other of frost—who loved, hated, and sought to destroy each other, but who could never truly part. For love and hate are but two links of the same chain.
In the depths of the black forest, it is said a crimson glow still flickers—Zytherion's restless spirit, forever seeking Aoleria. And on the coldest nights of winter, when frost flowers suddenly bloom in color, the people whisper: these are Aoleria's tears, shed for the love she could never bury.
Thus, the Flower of Ice and the Lord of Darkness remained not just a story of war, but an eternal symbol of a love that could never be fulfilled.