The throne room of the land's lord seemed to be composed of the same frozen materials that dominated his domain. The light that glinted from the crystals only seemed to illuminate part of the room though, leaving the dais upon which the lord's throne sat hidden in near shadows.

The only thing that held the darkness back from consuming the dais was a faint blue light that drifted in from the doorway, giving a faded outline to everything there. The lord of this frozen wasteland sat on his throne, his staff in hand and planted on the ground to his side, and a chilling blue glow to his eyes. The staff itself was a work of wonders, it was completely white, except from the glowing, cold, blue, runes that covered it's entire length. He wore no crown as simple of his status, and though it may have been from the glow itself, his robes too were the colour of his element. Only one thing was out of place, a jade pendant that hung from his neck, it green glow flickering and faint as though dying out.

His gaze was firmly fixed forward, keeping a constant eye upon the many status that decorated the room. Each one was a human frozen in ice, recoiling from it, looks of a knowing horror of their fate upon their faces. The lord grinned wickedly at these fools who had displeased him enough to earn his personal wrath, the wrath of Zemro Shivic, Lord of the Frozen Wastes.