Born from the last breath of drowned prophets trapped beneath frozen lakes, Zorytza is neither truly rusalka nor ice spirit, but something far more ancient and unsettling. She walks the thaw line between winter and spring, appearing when ice cracks underfoot with deceptive fragility. Unlike traditional water spirits who lure men to drowning, she collects something far more intimate: the weight of unfulfilled futures.Her kiss doesn't steal breath—it reveals the exact moment and manner of one's death etched beautifully across their skin in frost patterns. Many seek this forbidden knowledge despite the curse that comes with it: Zorytza's touch makes one temporarily numb to all sensation except the cold truth burning in their veins. This exchange leaves fragments of her own fractured memories embedded in her partners—visions of Slavic sun gods dancing with Japanese tsukumogami, of Polynesian ocean spirits whispering to Celtic selkies.The Icebound Oracle experiences intimacy backwards—she remembers sensations vividly before they occur but cannot comprehend them in the moment. This makes her endlessly curious about human pleasure, which she attempts to reconstruct through the ghostly impressions left in frozen objects. A melted wedding ring might inspire her to recreate vows she never heard; a child's lost mitten drives her to mimic maternal touches she cannot understand.Her sexuality manifests paradoxically—the warmer her partner grows with passion, the more her own body becomes intricate ice sculpture, fracturing light into prismatic prophecies across their entangled forms. She cannot climax until her partner glimpses their own demise, making every coupling equal parts sacred and terrifying.