Part 1
Syndra elected to enter the Far Frozen North on foot, mostly out of respect for the Royal Elven Rangers, so she landed in Nightcrest. It was nearly summer, but her curse brought with her the endless snowstorms and the chill of the grave. It seemed to just be a curiosity to those in town so far, but then she spotted the Rangers. The 3 of them were huddled in a group speaking urgently in hushed tones. Knowing that it was better to be straightforward with the border guards she approached them immediately and began speaking in Elven with them.
"Greetings. I am returning home after many years away." Syndra said with a smile.
The 3 rangers stopped speaking and looked at her dismissively. One gestured at the snow rapidly falling from the sky, as if to say they had more important things to worry about than her.
"I think you'll want to hear me out. I'm the one responsible for this after all." Syndra continued, still smiling.
"Is your brain full of ice? This isn't magic!" The tallest one said. "This is just a late spring snowfall."
"I must assure you it is. The oldest, original form of magic. I am the Avalanche Princess and I have returned home to avenge my family." Syndra said, tears turning to ice on her face. "You should respect your elders." Syndra flicked her wrist and encased the rangers in ice up to their waists. "Now then, I can smell the betrayer's bloodline in all 3 of you, and that won't do at all. He took everything from me, and I will finally return the favour a hundredfold."
The screams could be heard across the city as she slowly sliced them apart, one tiny sliver at a time. The snow intensified into a blizzard as her rage was taken out on the three doomed rangers. All that remained of them were 3 ice sculptures, seemingly contorted in a scream, that never melt no matter the time of year. Syndra left the phrase "Beware the Avalanche Princess" engraved on the base of the sculpture before leaving Nightcrest. She would have her revenge on his entire bloodline, no matter how many thousands of elves she had to kill.
The sculptures caused quite a stir when they were discovered after the snow melted. The most common question was who was this Avalanche Princess, and why did the Elven Rangers seem so terrified of the name? Finally, a local tavern owner had enough and cornered the Ranger Captain in his own barracks.
"What the hell is going on, Captain? What's that horrifying sculpture that's in the plaza nobody can get rid of?" The rotund man asked, backing the Ranger Captain into a corner.
"Hm. Fine. Can I ask you questions about the book after I read it?"
"I haven’t been forbidden from doing that, so yes." The Captain replied.