#isfrid

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Ough titty

(Isfrid belongs to @ghostblobbletea )

[ghostblobbletea]

Am I the best at drawing Frostbite? No. But I certainly try

[latteatnight]

I had this joke stuck in my head for days so i needed to let it out i swear i can only hear the weed bonus:

[pendwelling]

(Pre-Regression) Grand Duchess and the Archmage 🥀🗡⌛️

'Your Grace, won't you spare me a glance?'

(Everything will soon be okay.)

[crownshattered-arch]

@kuratm~

Where did that girl go..?? The only reason Isfrid came to Night Raven College was because Alanna begged him to come with her to visit her brother, and now he couldn't even find her. He supposed Alanna would eventually reappear at his side--she always does--so he decided not to look for her anymore. He didn't want to accidentally trespass on another school's property.

Isfrid looked around him, noticing that there weren't any other students nearby. Good... The more people around him, the more uncomfortable he became. So, the young man continued to wander around outside, taking in the sights around him. He stopped at the gate of a rundown building, one that looked like some sort of mansion... A really old one, at least. He stood at the gate and peered at the building a little ways away. Odd... It almost seemed out of place.

[jasdiary]

“ Deep down, I know I’m not where i’m meant to be.. ”

Full Name : Isfrid Isveig Yule Aneira

Nicknames : Izzy, “Ice Queen”, Sis (Astrid @starry-night-rose ), Isi (Astrid), Arctic Char (Floyd), Reine Des Glaces (Rook), Friddy (Lilia), Königin (Victoria @rosietrace ), Glacier Girl ( Sybil @geminiiviolets )

Jp Va : Takako Matsu

En Va : Anne Yatco

Age : 20

Height : 183 cm (6’0)

Homeland : Aneira Kingdom (Within the Shaftlands)

Birthday : 12/21 December 21st

Zodiac Sign : Capricorn

Species : Human

Hair Color : Ivory

Eye Color : Icy Blue

Gender : Female (She/Her)

Sexuality : Biromantic

Family : Astrid Aneira(Younger Sister), Unnamed Parents

Occupation : Heir to Aneira family throne, Student at Night Raven College, Former Diasomnia Housewarden

Twisted From : Elsa from Frozen

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School Information

Dorm : Diasomnia

School Year : 4th (Senior)

Class : 4-A

Best Subject : History of Magic/Protection

Worst Class : Potionology

Club : Equestrian Club

Dominant Hand : Left

Favorite Food : Chocolate Cake

Least Favorite Food : Lentil Soup

Likes : Cold weather, Spending time with her sister, Freedom, Snow, Being in charge, Lullabies, Being right

Dislikes : Loneliness, Enforced isolation, Drama, Losing control of her magic, Sunlight, Having things taken away from her

Hobbies : Ice Skating, Horseback Riding, Magic Study, Singing

Personality : Isfrid is seen as a regal, stern, and all around icy person (No pun intended) to others. At first, they weren’t wrong! It’s how Isfrid was brought up as a potential future ruler. Though once you’ve managed to crack her walls, She’s awkward, thoughtful and caring towards others. She worries about others more than herself.

Ever since her time as Diasomnia’s Housewarden, she’s been known to always help others feel included and comfortable, something she couldn’t experience growing up. However…Isfrid is extremely paranoid, constantly worrying about the safety of those around her because of her. As a 4th year she isn’t on campus as much, but she takes any chance to be on campus to spend time with her sister Astrid.

Unique Magic : ‘ Into The Unknown ‘

“I won’t be afraid of taking risks anymore, Into The Unknown!”

Although Isfrid’s power goes FAR beyond her unique magic, It’s something she’s proudly developed without pressure from her parents. ‘ Into The Unknown ‘ allows Isfrid to create bridges of ice. This allows her to move swiftly and quick across a field, increasing her dodging skills. The ice bridge can be used as a vantage point from above, creating distance in battle. Isfrid makes an ice staircase or ramp that leads to the bridge.

In day to day life, She utilizes her UM to help others by making ice bridges to get across difficult terrain or even take a shortcut through a forest. This made her popular among those who enjoy outdoor activities!

Backstory : Here

Random Trivia!

Her favorite tea is Winter White Earl Grey.

Every time Isfrid visits Astrid, they build a snowman together.

She was Diasomnia’s housewarden in her first year after the original housewarden dropped out.

Isfrid is very overprotective of Astrid, she really just wants the best for her little sister!

She feels and shows more confidence while in Diasomnia/the uniform. She feels free enough to let her hair down.

While Isfrid holds both of her parents very accountable for the hurt and trauma they’ve caused, she still speaks and writes to her mother every now and then because she knows one day she’ll be able to forgive her. It won’t be soon though.

Isfrid gets colds during the summer, it causes her to act a bit..loopy.

Isfrid hasn’t cut her hair since she was 13.

Isfrid’s one of the 4th years that visit campus a lot, She’s sometimes there during free time or as a teacher assistant.

Isfrid is horrible at board games.

She’s the type to wear hoodies to the beach.

When Isfrid is embarrassed or flustered, she freezes up. Literally. You can see her turn into ice.

A lot of her outfits involve long skirts with slits, they compliment her long legs!

Her gloves were a going-away gift from her mother before she left for NRC.

Because she was so sheltered, she doesn’t know some things. It leaves her constantly confused sometimes.

[crownshattered]

@kuratm {TWST verse}~

"Are you ready.??" There was still a hint of hesitation in his voice, but he tried to keep that fear down. Isfrid had lived for so many years in fear of what he was capable of... He forced himself to conceal his magic for the safety of others, so now the idea of freely using it was rather daunting. It felt wrong, against this nature he had created for himself.

But he knew everything would be fine. Isfrid now knew that warmth is what can melt his ice, and when he looked at Sayu, he felt all the warmth necessary. And perhaps he wanted to show her what he was now capable of in a small attempt to keep her here... Regardless, he mostly wanted her to smile.

So, Isfrid took a deep breath, putting his nerves to rest, as he planted his bare foot on the ground beneath him. A portion of Ramshackle's 'courtyard' then froze over, creating a small ice rink from the dirt. Isfrid immediately moved to Sayu and grabbed her hands gently to steady her on the ice. "Do you know how to skate?" he asked with a soft chuckle.

[rosietrace]

『 Sapphire set 』

Characters: Victoria Shard, Isfrid Aneira(@windbornearchon), Astrid Aneira(@starry-night-rose)

Mentioned: King and Queen Aneira, Zenith Devi, Malleus Draconia, Vil Schoenheit, the former Diasomnia housewarden

Pairing: Victoria Shard x Isfrid Aneira

Synopsis: Isfrid was alone once Astrid took up a bit of space in the dancefloor. And all of a sudden, she's captivated by the woman Zen mentioned to her - Sapphire eyes and all.

Warning(s): Potentially ooc, Isfrid was the original housewarden of Diasomnia before Malleus, Victoria was intended to be Pomefiore's housewarden until Vil showed up, implied unrealistic expectations from Isfrid's parents

[ Apologies for any out of character moments ]

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↳ Victoria Shard, the beautiful manipulator

Isfrid looked around awkwardly. She didn't know what else to think about when it came to noble gatherings - Other than pure dread.

Something about the intermingling of people who she never fit in with… Never sat right with her.

Yet here she was, dressed in black and blue, makeup and hair styled to perfection. All while being the equivalent of a wallflower.

At the very least, Astrid was there for her to lean on for support.

“Yeah… These types of things? They're both really boring or really fun,” Astrid suddenly said, trying to lighten Isfrid's slightly sour mood.

Fortunately, that got a chuckle out of Isfrid. “Yeah,” she replied. “At the very least, there's chocolate.”

Astrid's eyes gleamed with excitement at that revelation. “Yup! Oh, don't worry, sis, this'll be a blast!”

“Heh, I hope so, Atti…”

The two began to talk to one another. If not to pass the time, then to avoid speaking to the other nobles - Particularly other royal children.

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Alas, Astrid wanted to take a chance and make a run for the dance floor. Yet at the same time, she didn't want to leave her sister to her own devices.

Isfrid gave her an assuring smile, telling her that it was okay if she wanted to dance. Though she was a little hesitant, Astrid didn't wanna push further and potentially make her sister uncomfortable.

So there she went, to the dance floor.

Leaving Isfrid close by, yet feeling so far away.

Isfrid felt a smile on her lips as she watched her little sister dance. Oh, how she wished she could join her.

But alas, she couldn't. Too many eyes watching, too much weight on her shoulders from the expectations of her parents - Her father, most of all.

Suddenly, in the corner of Isfrid's eye, she caught the sight of someone.

That someone happened to be enough for her face to go warm.

Victoria stood opposite to Isfrid in the room, having what seemed to be a lighthearted conversation with both her father and Isfrid's dorm mate, Zenith Devi.

Based on her appearance, Isfrid very quickly connected the dots and knew that she was the best friend Zen had been going on about with her for quite some time.

She couldn't feel the warmth on her face disappear as she looked at her. Shimmering silks adorn her body, a mix of indigo and purple for her hair.

And her eyes. If anything, those eyes were the most captivating feature of Victoria. Something about the sparkle of her narrowed, sapphire-colored eyes….

It entranced Isfrid. Rightfully so, really. She knew that ever since Zen mentioned that he was her best friend, the Victoria he spoke of was indeed Victoria Shard.

The young woman who had been proclaimed ‘society's villainess’ shortly after her debut to society at sixteen.

Isfrid pursed her lips. Why…. Why won't this warm feeling fade already…

She allowed her thoughts to take over, completely unaware that Victoria began making her way toward her.

“Excuse me?”

The sound of an unfamiliar voice jolted Isfrid out of her train of thought. And when she turned to face the source, she couldn't help but feel her lips part and her eyes widen.

Victoria Shard herself, right in front of her.

“O-Oh-!” Isfrid stammered, backing away a bit. “I-I'm sorry, I-I didn't-”

“No, it's alright,” Victoria placed a hand over her hip. “You were simply lost in your thoughts. I just pulled you out of it.”

Awkwardly nodding, Isfrid began trying to figure out what to say next. That is, until Victoria extended a hand to her.

“Victoria Shard, a member of Pomefiore,” the young woman in question extended her other hand towards Isfrid. “But then again, knowing Zen, I wouldn't be surprised if you already knew that.”

Laughing awkwardly, Isfrid took her hand, gently shaking it - For fear that if she grasped it too tightly, she'd freeze her hand.

“He's quite a joy to be around, if you ask me,” Isfrid replied, feeling a little more confident in her response. “Isfrid Aneira. Though I suppose you already know that.”

Victoria smiled, nodding in response as she pulled her hand away. “Indeed. Zen's told me quite a bit about you.”

Flinching slightly, Isfrid tilted her head. “Really?”

“Yes,” Victoria replied bluntly. “He told me you were also Diasomnia's housewarden before Draconia came into the picture.”

Remembering what had gone down during her second year, Isfrid looked away, nodding slowly. She felt herself shrink in on herself at the mention of that.

“Yes….” Isfrid responded. “I was.”

Humming softly, Victoria stood next to Isfrid, positioning herself in a way that allowed her to look at the waltz that occurred in front of her.

“I was meant to be Pomefiore's housewarden, actually,” she said suddenly. She wasn't sure why she'd bother to tell Isfrid this, but there really was no going back, was there?

Isfrid looked back at her, somewhat surprised. “You were?”

Victoria nodded curtly, her expression utterly unreadable as she watched the dancing in front of her.

“To be Pomefiore's housewarden, you must make an incomparably deadly poison,” she stated something both she and Isfrid already knew. “And…. Well…. I came to NRC much earlier than Vil did. About two months early.”

At that time, Victoria would've been the top candidate to be the housewarden. Isfrid knew that much from what she said, at least.

“But then….” She allowed her voice to trail away from her sentence. Isfrid looked at her, a hint of sympathy in her eyes - Well aware of what she was to say next.

“Then?”

Victoria sucked in a sharp breath. “Then,” she continued. “Vil showed up.”

“In no time, there was a competition between the two of us. We'd both make our own poison, and the housewarden at the time would judge them based on how long it took for the poison to kill a rat.”

Isfrid listened intently, watching Victoria as her head soon hung low. “.... Vil killed that rodent the moment his poison dripped into its tongue.”

Beside Victoria, Isfrid's eyes softened so much more. She knew that feeling - The feeling of feeling like you're worthy of something when suddenly it slips away from beneath you the moment someone ‘more qualified’ shows up.

She felt her hand reach toward her but decided against moving closer. Both Isfrid and Victoria knew: That wouldn't be what would bring her comfort.

Isfrid pulled her hand back, an awkward silence following suit.

Until, surprisingly, it was Isfrid who spoke up.

“.... I can understand how you must've felt,” she said. “That same year, I lost my position as housewarden.”

Victoria didn't know how to respond to that. At least, at first. “.... You lost it to Draconia.”

Isfrid didn't need to know if she was looking at her for her to nod in response. “Yes,” she looked at her gloved, ice-cold hands. “I knew I didn't stand a chance. Of course, I didn't…. Anyone would've preferred Malleus Draconia over some princess from a small, almost unknown, kingdom.”

For some reason, Victoria didn't like the way Isfrid talked down on herself like that.

“I see,” she replied. “.... If I may say, I'd have preferred it if you remained as Diasomnia's housewarden.”

That… Bewildered Isfrid. She turned to Victoria, eyes slightly wide, confusion filling her expression. “.... You would?”

For a brief moment, Victoria smiled at Isfrid. “Yes. If anything, I heard that Diasomnia was thriving before Draconia took your place.”

Isfrid felt her face warm up all over again. “I-I wouldn't say it thrived-”

“Oh, by all means, it thrived,” Victoria interrupted her, fully confident in what she was saying. “I haven't seen a Diasomnia student so eager to see their housewarden as an equal since Draconia took your place.”

She sighed in disappointment. “Nowadays, not even your own dorm mates want to go near Draconia. It's quite pitiful if you ask me.”

That got a stifled laugh out of Isfrid. “Well, you… Can't exactly blame them,” she felt a little more confident in herself. As if just by being around Victoria, she could be honest in what she was saying - With no hesitation.

Victoria chuckled. “I feel as though just by being around Draconia, everyone wishes to run and flee.”

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As the night went on, their conversation went for far longer than both of them had originally intended.

Not that they minded, of course. Never was that the case.

Isfrid felt at ease around Victoria. It was strange, really, feeling at ease around someone who she barely met more than an hour ago.

But, at the same time….. She felt comforted by her presence. Captivated by her to the point that all she could seem to think about, was to stare at the set of sapphires that donned the sockets of her eyes.

That was until Isfrid and Astrid had been called over by their mother and father. Told that they were returning home.

Slightly disappointed, Isfrid looked at Victoria, who had understood that she was leaving, and nodded. They both waved goodbye as Isfrid and her sister walked back to their parents.

In doing so, however, they both heard the sounds of murmuring among the guests. One of them, in particular, wasn't as loud as the rest.

“I can't believe she's meant to be the future Queen of Aneira…. If you ask me, the kingdom would do so much better if she was never born-”

As soon as they finished their sentence, the gentleman in question soon had wine dumped above their head from behind them.

The one who did that was Victoria. Isfrid knew she wasn't in the legal drinking age, so she assumed that the wine was for her father.

“Y-You-!!” The man cut themselves off once they realized who dumped the wine on him.

Victoria sent them a cold, calculating, look. “Me? What, at a loss for words?”

In most cases, she'd have been dragged out if the man was above her in title and general status. But based on his appearance, that clearly wasn't the case.

Victoria sighed in disappointment. “Gods….. And this wine was for my father,” she looked at the wineglass pitifully before looking behind her - presumably at her father. “I'll fetch you another glass in a bit.”

She turned back to the man who had belittled Isfrid, eyes narrowing. The man tried to retaliate by doing the same, but soon bordered on cowering when she raised an eyebrow at him.

“Hm. That's what I thought.”

She gave Isfrid and her family a look. Soon, she sent them a polite look, curtsying.

“I apologize for such an inconvenience, your majesties,” Victoria lifted her head, sending a soft look at Isfrid, making her blush slightly.

She soon stood straight, giving Isfrid a brief smile, before walking away. From where she was walking, Isfrid knew she was fetching more wine for her father.

It didn't take long for Isfrid to be dragged out of the ballroom by Astrid - Lest their father scolded her for taking so long.

That night, Isfrid knew that as she stared up at the ceiling of her bedroom…

Eyes like Victoria's aren't as common as they once were.

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[fumikomiyasaki]

And again catching up on drawing some ships I have with others...

Gregory x Isfrid @windbornearchon

Fennec x Ellis @starry-night-rose

Victoria x Yasuno @rosietrace

Leroy x Gale from RubyRoses on Discord

[twistedsongstressofstarz]

i could have sworn i followed u what the balls🤬

ANYWAYS HAII KIYA‼️💛

may i pls ask for the twins opinions on Isfrid or Tinsley🙏🏻🙏🏻

HELP- HIIIIIII JASSSSS!!!! HOPE U DM THAT I SPLIT THE ASK IN TWO I WANTED TO POST THIZ ONE AZ SOON AZ IT FINISHED

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Opinion on: Isfrid Aneira

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"Isfrid Aneira, huh. We met once when she was visiting campus last year, and also sometimes still run into each other. She is an admirable person, I could never personally handle being a housewarden in my first year."

"She is genuinely a nice person to talk to, as well. Sitting in silence with her is calming.. Please do not get this out of hand, but the way she treats her sister is also something I admire."

[crownshattered]

“It isn’t a question many can understand,” Isfrid agreed as he stared down at his lap. “To find it strange to be yourself, you have to have become someone else entirely…” And the more you understand the concept, the more you must have changed from who you once were. Isfrid had always been the quiet sort, but never to this extent. There was a difference between introversion and isolation. But he had been broken for so long now that he wasn’t sure if it felt strange anymore.

“Then I suppose I have.” It didn’t hurt to tell this to someone who would eventually be leaving this world. Maybe that’s why he didn’t mind Alacai’s company whenever he was at Night Raven College for whatever reason. The prefect didn’t mind the quiet, just like Isfrid, and he doubted he could cause much harm to Alacai. Isfrid barely ever saw him and soon enough, Alacai would be gone. Still, Isfrid couldn’t bring himself to talk about any actual details of his past.

The white-haired young man looked over at the prefect. “And you?” He’s the one who posed the question… Did that mean he felt that strangeness as well?

@monochrome-chaos

"That's kind of the purpose of such questions. To make ye' think. It's a question my Mentor poised to me once.. I still think about it." He had to wonder what all of them were doing back home, had any time passed since his disappearance? If so, how much time? Were they working on tracking him down?

He knew at the least, Solomon, his mentor.. the one who had asked him such a question, would no doubt be adamantly working to find his lost student. Lucifer no doubt close behind, with Satan hot on his heels, criticizing his methods. The rest would be trying to help how they could, and finding means of destressing how ever they did without their little human around.

He missed his home, he missed Devildom.

"I find it a question that changes as time goes on. As ye' grow as a person. How things ye' once enjoyed lose their luster, or your tastes change. And those moments ye' pause ta' think about how far ye've come.. or regressed." Alacai mused, arms crossed over his chest. Hell, it was weird looking at himself now. Trapped in some weird world of magic and 'wonder'. Pulled from his home, and still not knowing why.

Even so, he wasn't exactly sure why he gave the question to this visitor to the guest room in Ramshackle. It was a place that was open for everyone, true.. but it was odd seeing people who weren't from the usual group of students he knew that came to visit.

He'd just been tidying up before relaxing on one of the chairs, and well..

The best way to break the silence, was often with a philosophical question.

[ghostblobbletea]

So I made an oc

His name is Isfrid.

Lore Under cut

- The former Guardian of an Unnamed Village from ancient times

- was sealed away after an unknown person placed a spell on him, causing him to run amok and act as a tyrant.

- his seal made him appear as an icy statue deep in a cave, found by human adventurers in modern times

- his third eye was formed from the malice that infected him, and acts more as a demon eye than a real eye. It gives him foresight, about 10 seconds into the future.

- His seal began to crack after being discovered, and by time people came to move the 'statue', he was already gone.

- the control over him was gone, but damage was done to his psych, he's more feral than not, and lost without something to be the guardian of.

- he lives on the same frozen expanse as the Yetis of the Far Frozen, but doesn't associate with them. He's rather new to the Ghost Zone, and contains an ice core.

- his personality is rather chaotic and silly, but he's painfully lonely. He'd rather be alone, unfortunately, rather than allow himself close to others and hurt him, should he lose himself once again.

- he was named Isfrid by the villagers, for he was their god, and he was gracious towards them before he was corrupted.

[latteatnight]

I was thinking, with Astarion not sleeping.... like... i bet he's really annoying like a cat that wakes you up really early for food or just out of boredom

It eventually reaches a breaking point

[pendwelling]

The Master of the Mage's Tower always passes by to pay Her Grace a visit.

"Mother hates the colour red,

... so why...?"

The Archmage of the Empire and the Master of the Mage's Tower: Isfrid Skirmen van der Toorn.

(YES, Lady Isfrid has a thing for Her Grace.)

(NO, Her Grace isn't aware of this...)

Chest window on full display yet the Grand Duchess only ever privately wonders if the Tower's Archmage can feel the cold (they're up north 😭...)

Additional trivia if you haven't been following my IG Stories! :

Upon joining the Mage's Tower, mages renounce their familial ties (and even nationalities) in order to declare themselves as neutral in the Empire's political sphere, therefore announcing themselves as fully dedicated to the Tower and their duties. There is some leeway, however, as magically-supported businesses/public conveniences requiring the use of magical artifacts /do/ require the help of mages (money has to be made to earn livings, after all).

The mages who join thus discard their original surnames and oftentimes as a result either: 1.) pick a new one to symbolize new beginnings and ambitions, or 2.) use the Tower's epithet as a stand-in ("Van der Toorn" can be considered just as prestigious and honourable as a Duke's surname, after all, so there's no true loss in the end! Becoming part of the Tower means you are one of the elite and highest-grade mages—former nobles and commoners alike are on equal grounds, in an atmosphere of collaborative learning and (generally friendly) competitive magical academia, with many helpful and support resources provided for them.)

Essentially they're magical researchers and/or.... public servant hermits......... Though they do assist the Crown, the Head of the Tower is the one everyone truly answers to. If Lady Skirmen disapproves of an Imperial Decree, who is the Crown to rebuke her? What are they going to do? What CAN they do? This is why political neutrality is important for such powerful beings.... Thankfully, Isfrid isn't interested in world continental domination haha (her interests lay solely elsewhere... 👀)

[crownshattered-arch]

How was that possible..?? He was less startled by the sudden presence behind him and more by the woman's ability to bring life back into the flower. Isfrid knew how dangerous frost was around life. Ice sniffed out even the strongest life. That's why he had to distance himself, to keep his cold under control.

But this wasn't a matter of melting his ice. She simply overrode it by using her vision or something to grow the plant like before. It wasn't a cure for him... "Ah... No. I am a wanderer," he replied as he spoke to the green-haired woman. It was clear he was still guarded, but he spoke in an eloquent voice. He had an air of regality about him, but his guarded nature made him seem like a tightly closed book. "I apologize. My ice... It is quite strong."

With a small hum, she allowed for her own energy to flow into the parts of the flower that had yet to turn to ice, the blossom seeming to shine with even more life than before, as the woman gave the stranger a soft smile. "These little ones are quite weak to the cold, but I do know of flowers that blossom quite well even in the harshest of winters", she knelt down next to the small plants, dendro flowing from her fingertips and into the soil.

"Apologies if I startled you any...I am Ilana. Are you from around these parts?"

[crownshattered-arch]

Isfrid knelt down to get a better view of the flower before him. How beautiful... And it was a blossom he had never seen before. He reached out to touch the flower so he could see it better...and to his horror, the blossom suddenly began to turn to ice.

He gasped quietly and quickly withdrew his hand, standing up and backing away. Damn it, he bitterly thought to himself.