The High Holds

The sheer alpine interior of the Rimeward, past the coast and the capital both — where the Frostmaw Brood dens in the oldest and largest passes.

The Holds are the Rimeward pushed to its coldest extreme: permanent snow, thin air, and a brood of trolls old enough to have outlived whatever first denned them there. Nothing here answers to the High Moot's writ; the Frostmaw Brood answers to nothing at all.