Frostheim had seen battles, storms, and miracles — but never joy like this.
The aurora burned so brightly that night it looked as though the sky itself was on fire with music.Every tower shimmered red and blue; every dock and bridge was strung with glowing crystals that pulsed to the rhythm of laughter.
It was the first Festival of Aurora — a celebration of Frostheim's founding, its peace, and the empire of trade and creation that now connected worlds.
The City Transformed
Laura stood behind rows of shimmering barrels stacked like treasure.Each was etched with runes of warmth and taste, humming softly with alchemical energy.
"Do not drink the blue one before midnight," she warned."Why?" Lumiel asked, already reaching for a mug."Because it makes you speak your deepest truth.""Excellent," he said, taking a sip. "I've been meaning to traumatize everyone."
Luminous laughed, her gown woven from frostlight and black silk.
"You already do that daily."
Music swelled through the streets — fiddles, drums, and spectral choirs projected by Red Code mirrors.The citizens of Frostheim danced with vampires, traded stories with elves, toasted with gods. The air was alive.
Lumiel and the Stage
At the center of the square, a massive platform rose, carved from aurora glass.Lumiel stood there, violin in hand, Luminous beside him.She glanced at him, smiling.
"You promised not to burn anything this time.""I said probably not."
They began to play — she singing, he weaving the melody with strings that glowed red-blue with every note.The sound wasn't just music; it was magic.Red Code rippled through the air, shaping light and frost into dancing figures — wolves, dragons, spirits — swirling above the crowd.
When they finished, silence fell for a heartbeat, then a roar of cheers shook the city.Lumiel bowed low, grinning.
"And that, my friends," he said, "is what happens when boredom meets too much power."
Klaus and Eira
From the balcony of the Ice Palace, Klaus and Eira watched the celebration unfold.The music reflected in her silver eyes; the glow of the forge reflected in his.
"You've given them hope," she said."Lumiel gave them chaos," he corrected."Chaos is a kind of hope," she murmured.
He looked at her, at the way the aurora painted her skin in light and shadow.
"You belong to this city now.""Perhaps I belong to you," she said softly, before turning away, hiding the smallest smile.
For once, Klaus didn't argue.
The Night of Fire and Frost
At midnight, Lumiel raised his glass atop the Red Vein.All around him, his family gathered — Daniel with his ledgers, Laura with her barrel ladle, Luminous with her quiet smirk.
"To Frostheim," Lumiel said, voice ringing through the square."To chaos, profit, and bad decisions that somehow worked."
The sky answered.Aurora fire twisted into a spiral above the city, forming a vast halo of red and blue light.It was as if the gods themselves were blessing the madness below.
The people called it the Crown of Frostheim, a sign that the empire's heart truly beat as one.
Closing Scene
Later, as the fires burned low, Klaus found Eira beneath the aurora.The light rippled across her hair, and for once, she looked not like a queen, but simply herself.
"You were right," she said. "Chaos brings life.""And order keeps it alive," he replied.
Their hands met — no crown, no ceremony, just a quiet promise shared in the glow of the aurora.
Above them, the Red Code lights merged with frostlight, forming twin streams that spiraled into the night — one crimson, one silver — intertwining like destiny itself.