At Illvanuel’s suggestion, the group decided to travel to the Fortress of Frozen Tears to seek out the Prince of Frost. Illvanuel told them that he might know something that could restore Rolan to his natural form, as a master of elemental energy. The group travelled using the airship, and saw the splendour of the feywild as they soared through its skies. After quite some time they came to the Vale of the Long Night, and the green began to turn white. This region seemed to be covered in an endless snowstorm. They finally reached the Fortress of Frozen Tears after navigating a blizzard, and approached it. The huge icy doors opened slowly, but surely.
Inside, the group found a complex of rooms. They entered the atrium and decided to head left, finding a guard post and an eladrin woman named Azara. With quick wits, the group managed to convince her that they were guests of the Prince, and asked her to take them to him. She complied, and opened a series of secret doors that led past the main fortress straight to the Prince.
The Prince was not welcoming however and insisted that he could not help them cure Rolan of his elemental affliction. The group was not satisfied however, and persisted. As the Prince rose from his frozen throne, the room around them grew dark. On the walls, spiral symbols glowed through the ice.
An unusual scene began to fade into view, as though it were merely part of the room already.
There were a series of cultists who had carved or tattooed onto them the same spiral symbol and they stood before a huge floating black mass. One of them gestured and spoke to Rolan, thanking him for keeping his seed of power until it could mature. He revealed that it was planted by one of Najala’s crystal demons months and months ago. He drew energy from Rolan, and as it left him, his appearance returned to his normal elven form. The energy flew into the great black mass before them and it began to ripple and change shape.
The thing reformed itself into a roughly humanoid shape but almost appearing as though it were a silhouette, with no defining features. The Prince of Frost seemed to be unaware of what was happening up until now, but said “Shothragot has awakened!” Then the Prince collapsed onto his throne.
It turned to the group and spoke:
“Shothragot. Yes. That is my name. I remember. Im’Azhral was a weak avatar. I must find them. All of them. Then I will awaken anew.”
The scene faded from vision and returned to normal.
The group didn’t know what to think of this, but decided that since Rolan had been restored they could leave for Mithrendain again. They explored the rest of the way through the fortress, finding letters that revealed some of the Prince’s past: He had been an eladrin of the summer court known as the Summer Prince. He had fallen in love with an eladrin woman named Sharaea, but was possessive of her. She longed to travel, to visit the material plane and beyond, but he insisted she stay with him. One day he found out she had gone to the mortal realm and she replied with a final letter, saying goodbye to him and saying that his heart had grown cold.
The group discovered a silver sword along with the Moon card, as well as a mural of the Prince when he was in the Summer Court. There they found the Sun card.
The group finally came to a prison block, and found a young drow woman who asked for their help in escaping. They obliged, and she revealed her name to be Mana Rastormel. She spoke about how she wanted to return to Mithrendain and see her fiance Leodor again.
As the group tried to leave with Mana, the Prince of Frost appeared in the hallway behind them, demanding that they leave her here. A battle ensued and the group escaped quickly, not wanting to engage with the powerful archfey.
They rushed out onto the airship and sped to safety. Zola saw a raven fly down to him and it began to whisper. It told him that it had been sent by the Raven Queen to give him the task of uncovering the followers of Vecna who were trying to find the true name of the Goddess of Death. If Vecna discovered her true name, he would hold sway over the power of death itself.