She sits quietly on her cold throne of ice, contemplating. She has been here for quite some time, waiting.

Her blue cloak drapes over the arms of the throne as she sits hunched over with her face in shadows. Her arms rest on her cloak, bony fingers tapping the arm rest rhythmically.

Then, she stopped. She started giggling, which then turned into a laugh. That laughter then tranformed into an insane cackling.

"The time is nigh Darbonne!" she yelled in her icy cavern with the sound echoing off of the close walls.

"The time is nigh to complete your destruction!"