Ingrid Icevein — Reeve of Frosthold
“Winter is a ledger: what you prepare and what you squander are tallied when the wind begins to bite.”
Name: Ingrid Icevein
Race: Half-Elf
Role: : Reeve of Frosthold (town mayor; skilled diplomat and organizer)
Appearance: Ingrid is in her early 40s with the ageless poise common to half-elves: pale, wind-burned skin; glacier-blue eyes; and a narrow scar across her left cheek from an ice-slick fall as a teen. She wears her black hair in a tight braid under a fur-trimmed hood. Her attire mixes civic dignity and frontier pragmatism—an ink-stained, slate-blue reeve’s surcoat over a quilted arming coat reinforced with hidden studs, sable gloves, and knee-high seal-leather boots. A silver snowflake signet (the seal of Frosthold) hangs on a chain at her neck. A rapier with a utilitarian guard rides at her hip; a ledger folio and wax seals ride at the other.
Backstory
After passing the Crownheart civil exams in Brightcrown, Ingrid declined a comfortable clerkship to take a frontier appointment as Reeve of Frosthold—a hard-bitten trade town straddling the southern rim of the Whispering Tundra and the lower approaches to the Tempest Peaks. She grew up splitting seasons between city archives and caravan routes, learning that survival in the north is community work: bridges shoveled before sunrise, fuel rationed with discipline, and feuds cooled before they ignite. In Frosthold, she negotiated grazing accords with Gol-kae’s Goliath envoys, standardized winter tithe stores, and cut smuggling by reorganizing the night watch into mixed patrols of locals and seasonal traders. Her quiet motivation is legacy: to prove a frontier town can be run with fairness and foresight—and to leave her people better prepared each winter than the last.
