World of Frozen: Arandelle

[Congratulations! You unlocked the Frozen World!]

[Frozen World of Arendelle: ★]

[Welcome, to the enchanting world of Arendelle, where the icy magic of Frozen awaits you!]

Missions to Finish the Frozen World:

☞Navigate through the snowy wilderness to reach the majestic Ice Castle and meets the Princess Anna.

☞Stop the Queen Elsa from destroying the City

☞Retrieve the Eternal Crystal

☞Kill the Prince Hans

☞Kill the Duke Weselton 

☞Kill the Frozen Sorcerer

Rewards:

🎁 Upon completing your quest Queen Elsa and Princess Anna will be joining your side!

🎁 The People of Arendelle will forever be grateful to you!

🎁 The Eternal Crystal.

***

 A bewildered gasp escaped my lips as a chilling screen materialized before me. "W-what is that?" I stammered, my breath forming a visible cloud in the frigid air.

 The cold was immediate, biting through my thin jacket and sending shivers down my spine. I rubbed my arms in a futile attempt to generate warmth, my gaze sweeping across the vast expanse of snow-covered land that now stretched as far as the eye could see. My shoes, ill-equipped for the conditions, sank into the thick snow with each step.

 My eyes returned to the shimmering screen, its message both bewildering and strangely familiar. "Frozen World unlocked?" I muttered, the name of the popular Disney movie sparking a flicker of recognition. The screen demanded I meet... Queen Elsa and Anna? The protagonists themselves?

 "This has to be a joke," I mumbled, disbelief laced with a sliver of hope. "Or maybe a dream?"

 A disembodied voice, chillingly close, shattered the fragile hope. [It's not a joke, Host.]

 I whirled around, searching for the source of the voice that seemed to echo from within my own head. 

[I'm your system, Host. This isn't a dream. You have been chosen to be the owner of the World System.]

 "World System?" I echoed, the words echoing in the vast emptiness.

 Lucid dream? The thought flickered across my mind, but the biting cold, the sting of the pinch on my cheek, all felt undeniably real.

Panic surged through me. Before I could even contemplate the bizarre situation, a more immediate threat loomed: the relentless cold. I had to find shelter, or succumb to the harsh winter elements.

My legs, numb and heavy, dragged me deeper into the endless expanse of snow. Each step was a struggle, the biting cold slowly sapping my strength.

 [Host, you must choose your Avatar before proceeding further.] the voice echoed in my head, its chilling tone laced with urgency. [In your current state, even a One-Star World will be your demise.]

 "One-Star World? What's that supposed to mean?" I rasped, my breath ragged in the thin air.

 [Each World has a difficulty level to complete it. The Frozen World of Arendelle, where you currently stand, is classified as One-Star.]

 My gaze darted back to the screen, the words now burning into my memory:

 Frozen World of Arendelle: ★

 Panic clawed at my throat. "Wait, you said I could die here?" My voice trembled, the weight of his words crashing down on me.

 [Indeed. That is why choosing your Avatar is imperative.]

 "How do I do that?" I demanded, impatience gnawing at my resolve. I couldn't die, not when my parents needed me.

 A new screen materialized before me, its stark white surface pulsing with an ominous glow.

 Avatar Choice!

 Warning! Your appearance and personality might be heavily affected!

 A humorless chuckle escaped my lips, bordering on hysteria. "Seriously?"

 [Affirmative, Host.]

 I bit my lip, the weight of the situation pressing down on me. "Whatever," I muttered, the words hollow. "It's not like I have a choice, anyway."

 Picking your Fitting Avatar!

"Wait, I didn't even get to choose my Avatar?"

[Unfortunately not. The System will assess your current personality and soul before choosing the Avatar fitting you.]

"By Avatar you mean…any characters from fiction, right?" I asked.

[Yes.]

Goosebumps ran through my body.

In front of me I saw names scrolling at high speed in front of me.

Naruto Uzumaki.

Natsu Dragnir.

Roronoa Zoro.

Madara Uchiwa.

Tony Stark.

…

My eyes scanned the endless list of names, each one a beacon of power and possibility for a huge anime and Marvel fan like me. Excitement crackled in the air, a stark contrast to the biting cold. The sheer number of choices was overwhelming, leaving me paralyzed with indecision.

"Do I get their actual powers?" I ventured, a flicker of hope igniting in my voice.

[Affirmative, Host. However, your strength will develop gradually.]

That was enough. Power, any kind of power, felt like a lifeline in this desolate world.

My mind raced, picturing myself wielding the strong jutsu of Madara Uchiha. But a shiver ran down my spine – the system's warning about personality alterations hung heavy in the air. Did I truly want to risk becoming someone I wouldn't recognize?

With a heavy heart, I watched the names scroll past – Peter Parker, Usopp, Harry Potter – each one a missed opportunity, a tantalizing glimpse into what could have been. Finally, the list stilled, settling on a single, unexpected choice:

Aegon Targaryen.

A gasp escaped my lips as a wave of searing pain erupted through my body. My scream echoed through the frozen wasteland, swallowed by the relentless wind.

[Body Transformation…]

[Memories Tweaking…]

[Altering Souls and Merging…]

 The agony intensified, pushing me to the brink of oblivion. My vision blurred, the world dissolving into a kaleidoscope of colors and sensations. Consciousness slipped away, leaving only a faint echo of the name that had irrevocably altered my fate.