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R3alisticF, In a frigid, enchanted forest, a frost enchantress moves gracefully through the frozen landscape. Her skin shimmers like ice, and her long, silvery-blue hair trails behind her like a frozen river. She wears a gown made of frost and icicles that glimmer in the faint moonlight. In her hands, she conjures a swirling snowstorm that seems to have a life of its own. The atmosphere is cold, eerie, and ethereal, with snowflakes gently falling, captured in a soft focus, highlighting the intricate details of her icy magic. <lora:FluxMythR3alisticF:1>