The Ice in Her Veins

❄️🖤 THE ICE IN HER VEINS 🖤❄️
Some women are born cold.
She was made that way.

After a brutal attack leaves her emotionally numb and physically altered, Elsa Mire retreats to her late grandmother’s isolated estate in the frigid northern mountains — a crumbling manor buried in snow, silence, and secrets no one dares speak aloud. 🏔️🕯️🚪

The townspeople whisper.
About her grandmother’s sudden death.
About the “Frozen Widow” curse.
And about the blood that never melts in the snow behind the manor. ❄️🩸🌫️

But Elsa doesn’t believe in curses.
At least, not until the first night — when she wakes in the middle of the woods barefoot, blue-lipped, and standing over a frozen deer with no footprints leading in… or out.

🌙 SOMETHING INSIDE HER IS CHANGING.
AND IT’S NOT JUST THE TEMPERATURE.

Her veins are colder now.
Her touch burns like frostbite.
And her reflection no longer matches her face.

As she uncovers her grandmother’s journals, Elsa begins to realize she didn’t come here to escape — she was called. The women in her bloodline all carried a gift. Or a curse.
They could survive things that should have killed them.
But it came at a cost:
Emotion dies. Warmth vanishes. And when it’s fully gone—
you become something else. 🧊👁️🔍

🕷️ The Ice in Her Veins is a bone-chilling horror story about grief, repression, and transformation — a tale where bloodlines freeze, love shatters, and becoming invincible may mean losing what made you human.
Perfect for fans of Let the Right One In, The VVitch, and Marianne—where the cold isn’t coming from outside.
It’s rising from within.

She didn’t lose her heart.
She just let it freeze. ❄️💀🩸