A chilling tale

It was a normal night in the life of the novice Drow. He was just finishing his studies on what his masters would be going forth to teach him. Due to him being a male, he was looked down on due to the female superiority of his kind, but his talent in the field of magic wasn't held back just because of it. Instead he was put through challenge after challenge, slowly overcoming each obstacle as they were placed delicately before him. It wasn't long before he was taught how to speak to beings of the elements, and was told to choose an element that would be his prime focus. For some reason or another, the frozen whispers of a being called to him the most, granting him wisdom on how to conjure the might of a frozen wasteland. It was in the words of that being that the novice's grip on reality was slowly being loosed. He saw the being, its presence surrounding him as an eternal mist that plagued him wherever he walked. It was in the coming days of the novice's final trials that it happened. He was experimenting and completely was unhinged from what was real or not, the deluded whispers clouding his mind and making it easier for the being to consume it. The being known as Glacien made its way into his new host. Glacien left the tower in which his host trained at, a frozen spire that encased all within. "This body is just one of many."