Glacianne

After leaving her clan, Anne found herself imprisoned in the Southern Icefield. She'd been a scapegoat, framed and convicted for a crime she didn't commit. Whoever these Ice dragons were looking for, they must have been quite dangerous if they'd crossed Sornieth to find them. But despite her best efforts, she could not convince them she wasn't the one they were looking for, and was taken to the Fortress Of Ends.

The Nature Aether shivered, the climate a polar opposite from what she was used to. But soon, the cold would grow even worse, as she was sentenced to centuries within a spire of ice. Her wings and legs were chained, and she was dragged through the snow, begging for mercy and understanding, to the site of where she'd be frozen solid. She wasn't even given a chance to curl up to preserve warmth before she was encased in ice.

Luckily, her clan caught wind of what happened. Despite providing evidence of Anne's innocence, they were still forced to pay 80,000 treasure to bail her out. Begrudgingly, they paid this price to bring her home. However, when the ice spire was shattered, Anne looked different.

The ice and cold had slowly changed her, molded her into the shape of an Ice-born breed of dragon; a Tundra. No matter what her clan did, they could not give her warmth, or remove the bits of ice from the ice spire from her coat. The newly born Glacianne, despite the constant extreme cold of the ice spire she constantly felt, did not shiver. She wouldn't have noticed that she'd been freed and brought home had she not opened her eyes. Despite her new appearance, her Aether parents welcomed her with open arms and hugged her, happy she was free.

Glacianne learned to embrace the cold within her, allowing her to wield the powers of both Nature and Ice. She'd become spiteful of the guards that wrongfully arrested her, and would dabble in petty theft.