A spear tapped the side of the sleeping icewing, the guards were hoping he'd wake up, but flinched back slightly when the tip of the speak froze over when it met his sharp whitish blue scales, the spear now just kind of being frozen to the resting dragon. The guard yanked the spear off, the ice that had come over it snapped, and the dragon awoke with a startled expression, the guard seemed even more startled with this and backed up to the other side of the room away from Chryso as the icewing stood up and stretched. Chryso cocked his head at his fellow icewing, the guard, confused on why they were so startled. "What?" Chryso asked, sounding actually confused, the guard simply said, trembling a tiny bit, "uh, you're a frostscale, remember? You can kill me just by touching me?"
"ohhhhh, that makes sense, well then, you may stay over there, I'll just stay right here." Chryso settled back down in his room, it was bare and empty, the walls and floor simply just being ice, ice, and more ice, the only decoration being the slight extra layers he made to add a bit of "art" to the walls.
Chryso was not like normal icewings, sure he was respectful of others and was sometimes well mannered, but that was not what made him weird and dangerous. He is what the icewings are calling a "frostscale", they were like the concept of firescales, but instead of a skywing having too much fire, it was an icewing having too much frost. As far as the icewings know, there has never been another frostscale in all of history, Chryso was one of a kind, but he was also dangerous. He couldn't be killed, he was too valuable for science, but he couldn't be allowed to wander the kingdom freely, so he was left in his "room", it was honestly more like a prison cell, but Chryso either didn't mind or hadn't realized he's basically being kept prisoner.
"May I ask when breakfast shall be?" Chryso asked, his guard said, "That'll be soon, I'm going to go get the seal that was delivered here now" The guard walked out of the room, the way the icewing had had a slightly frantic and hurried movement to his steps made it look like he was just looking for an excuse to get away from the frostscale. Chryso seemed a little disappointed by that. He stepped out of his room, trying not to let his talons touch too much on the floor and keeping his tail and wings off of everything so that he didn't leave any extra frozen ice on anything. He stepped lightly over to the nearby window, and gazed out at the sky, taking in the sight of the rising sun; it was beautiful, glowing pinkish red spread out across the dark and bright blue sky like a painting made by a being greater than the Great Ice Dragon themself.
A talon touched down on the open window frame, and then another next to the first; Chryso didn't even realize what he was doing, subconsciously preparing to leap from the window to take flight into that lovely painting of a sunrise. He suddenly launched from the window, his cold talons snapping off a small fraction of the ice walls of the tower he was kept in from where he had iced it over a little. His icy wings beat, the icicles formed upon them snapped off as they flapped with more power and movement; he was aloft, soaring into that sky. He heard the panicked yelp of his guard, who had been sitting outside the tower (definitely not getting a seal for Chryso's breakfast) but Chryso was not turning back, he was not focused on anything but the light of the sky dazzling upon his icy scales and deep blue eyes. He wanted to soar into the light forever, he would if given the chance.