Haus Froste
Status: Haus Froste is a minor noble house, and a vassal of Haus Hohenfels
Seat: @Frosthof in the @Hohenfels region of Northern Hesa
Crest: A wreath of Winter Heath flowers surrounding a dark frost-crystal on an argent field
Motto: “As the Stone, We Wait.”
Notable members:
@Lord Fridrich Froste - Head of Haus Froste and lord of @Frosthof
@Matron Sigrid Froste - Unwed sister of Lord Fridrich Froste
@Reinolt Froste - Eldest son of Lord Fridrich
@Heide Froste - Younger daughter of Lord Fridrich (Reinolt's sister)
The Legend of Haus Frost
When the first gods tore the sky and carved the world from violence, the earth bled. The North was a churning sea of boiling mud, ash, and the screaming, raw heat of divine creation. The first ancestor of Haus Froste saw that the world was bleeding to death.
They walked to the edge of the deepest, most ragged fissure, knelt in the boiling mud, and plunged their bare hands into the open wound. They gripped the edges of the fractured rock and pulled. The heat of the dying gods seared their flesh to the bone, but they did not let go. They did not cry in pain. They held on. Their sheer, agonizing refusal to yield drew all the warmth from the air, birthing the first winter. The divine, chaotic blood trapped between their fingers froze into a jagged, suffocating ice-crystal. The cold stopped the bleeding and froze the rot in place. Tiny flowers pushed through the ice—the first Winter Heath.
In the pale-stone halls of Frosthof, they venerate the freeze. To bear the ice-crystal is to remember the hands that hold the fracture together when the fire dies. To wear the Winter Heath is to agree to outlast the winter.