In the misty shadows of Iceland's rugged mountains, there strides a fearsome yet captivating figure a female Icelandic troll, Towering over the landscape, she moves with an eerie grace, her sinewy muscles rippling beneath weathered skin. Despite her intimidating size, there's a mesmerizing allure about her, like the ancient magic woven into the very fabric of the land,  Her features are sharp and otherworldly, with piercing eyes that gleam with ancient wisdom and a wild mane of unkempt hair that dances in the icy winds. Tattered rags cling to her form, remnants of clothing long since worn away by time and elements, As she prowls the mist-shrouded peaks, her purpose remains a mystery, known only to the whispers of the mountains themselves, Perhaps she seeks lost treasures hidden in the depths of the earth, or maybe she guards secrets too perilous for mortal minds to comprehend, Whatever her quest, one thing is certain encountering this enigmatic creature is an experience both terrifying and strangely beautiful, <lora:add-detail-xl:1>  <lora:MJ52:0.5>,