Trial of the WInter Dryad (CLOSED) (CLOSED)

What you seek lies beyond this frozen woods,
Through biting winds and frost-clad hoods.
To end the chill, a price must be,
Paid in courage beneath the tree.

The snow dryad waits, her eyes of ice,
Her voice a whisper, both cruel and nice.
"Prove your heart with flame that burns,
Or winter's grasp forever returns."