>None of the forces of the Ice Queen inspired as much terror as her deadly Icehearts. The Regular Troops were but flesh and blood men sworn to allegiance to their Queen and nation, vulnerable to shot and bayonet, and the towering Snow Golems could be reduced by canon fire and could only move under the unnatural winter conjured by the cruel sorceress.
>But the Elite Icehearts were something in between, they resembled corpses of frostbitten men, marching ramrod straight in lock step. Their dark blue and white uniforms always immaculately cleaned and rifles lovingly maintained, they moved as one firing volley after volley and advancing like clockwork men, ignoring all injury. Those that survive a close encounter always report a mark somewhere on their head or neck, said to be in the shape of a kiss.
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