A jagged shard of crystalline ice erupts from your palm, streaking through the air with a hissing crackle, its translucent facets glinting like frozen lightning. It slams into flesh with a brittle snap, blooming frost that sears skin into rigid blue-white patterns, veins of rime spiderwebbing outward as numbness grips like iron claws. The air chills sharply in its wake, leaving a trail of shimmering vapor that clings to the ground.