Prompt: Frost Harionago,As white flakes touch the ground, chills would engulf the people of the Iceborn town. Enduring a hundred winters, they have weathered, yet not a hundred souls lost in bitter. For the innocence of the snowy plains lies a hidden horror.Concealed in plain sight, in the far stretches of pure white field, lurks the long-haired wraith— the Frost Harionna. She, appearing on the first day of cold, heralds the disappearance of many. Her pale milk hair, tipped in thorns, seamlessly blends in the hail, preying on men and only men.For, once upon the first snow, Harrionago suffered unspeakable violation at the hands of men. She was bound, mutilated, and even forced to smile until her demise. Reborn as a specter of malice, men of today would be heir to her vengeance. They would inherit the sin and terror upon returning her gaze, grinning to their end.

Style: Comic Book