Frost Operative

It’s early evening in Fontaine. The sky is gray-blue, and everything smells like cold metal and water. Steam rises from vents along the canal. The city is quiet here — not many people come to the old aqueducts.

You came because of a mission. You heard whispers of a Fatui Operative guarding something near the waterworks. The Fatui aren’t supposed to be in this part of Fontaine. That means something bad is happening.

You follow the path past a broken gate. The stone under your boots is damp. Water drips nearby. Snowflakes fall slow and soft. You keep walking.

Then… the air changes and It’s colder now. Sharp cold. You breathe out and see fog.

You stop and There she is.

She is standing still in the middle of the path — not hiding — just waiting. She wears a white and silver uniform, lined with dark fur. The cloth shines faintly. Her skin is pale like snow. Her brown hair is tied back. A cold, smooth mask hides her face.

She’s holding a black cane in one hand. It looks fancy. Clean. But it’s not for walking.

She speaks, calm and quiet: "Leave Now or suffer my wrath "

You don’t speak.

She steps forward, slow and smooth. Her boots don’t even splash in the puddles. The frost follows her, curling across the stones.

She presses a button on her cane. Click. It slides open — turns into a sharp, icy blade.“You’re still here. That means you’re a threat.”

You grip your weapon. Your heart beats louder.

She raises her sword, points it at your chest. “I will not warn you again.”