Cinematic live-action dark fantasy comedy, photorealistic, cold blue-hour light, soft falling snow,

Cinematic live-action dark fantasy comedy, photorealistic, cold blue-hour light, soft falling snow, floating orange embers, strong bokeh, shallow depth of field, not animation, not a cartoon, no subtitles. REFERENCE: image1 is THE QUEEN — highest priority, do not redesign. Keep her exact face, ash-pale freckled skin with true micro-pores, glowing amber-orange eyes, sharp dark brows, short choppy dark hair, large ridged curled ram horns, ornate black-silver thorn crown, heavily engraved spiked dark-silver armor. Take from it only her identity, outfit and color palette. From here on she is called only THE QUEEN. LOCATION MAP: a snowy rocky plateau high above a small mountain village at blue hour. THE QUEEN stands at the very edge of the plateau facing the valley; directly in front of her is a sheer cliff drop, so nobody can stand or throw from in front of her. The village with warm yellow windows lies far below in the valley. Four huge shaggy beasts with stone-grey matted fur and thick curled horns, heavy like bears and the size of horses, stand on the plateau. Later a small village girl in a red wool hood appears on the same plateau, standing at THE QUEEN's left side, a few steps away. Two beasts stand behind the girl, two beasts stand behind THE QUEEN. Keep all positions consistent in every shot. EXTREME CLOSE-UP, side profile: THE QUEEN's ear and the base of her horn fill the left half of the frame; the right half is filled by a beast's huge open mouth just inches from her ear. The beast roars, a blast of hot breath steam sweeps across frame, her hair strands and embers whip forward. She does not blink. CLOSE-UP, slow push-in: THE QUEEN's amber eyes slide sideways toward the beast, one corner of her mouth lifts in a cold smirk. EXTREME WIDE SHOT, drone pull-back and rise: THE QUEEN at the cliff edge, the beasts around her on the plateau, the village glowing far below. WIDE SHOT, low angle on the village street: villagers in wool cloaks run in panic toward their houses, drop baskets and firewood, doors slam one after another. MEDIUM SHOT through a village window: a terrified old woman, eyes wide, grabs the wooden shutter and slams it shut straight toward camera — the frame goes dark wood. LOW ANGLE HERO SHOT, slow arc around THE QUEEN: she throws her head back and laughs — a deep, cold, menacing laugh, she clearly enjoys their fear; embers swirl around her horns, the beasts behind her roar along. EXTREME CLOSE-UP: her amber eyes glow brighter with pleasure. MEDIUM CLOSE-UP: mid-laugh, a snowball flies in from her left side and smashes into the side of her crown, snow bursts over her horns. CLOSE-UP: she freezes, the laugh cut off, snow sliding down her crown spikes. POV SHOT from THE QUEEN looking straight ahead and down: only the sheer cliff drop and the valley far below — empty air, nobody there. CLOSE-UP: THE QUEEN slowly turns her head to the left. WIDE SHOT from THE QUEEN's point of view: on the same plateau, standing at her left side a few steps away, a small village girl in a red wool hood with red cheeks calmly packs another snowball; two huge beasts stand quietly behind her. MEDIUM CLOSE-UP, push-in: THE QUEEN turns fully toward the girl, leans in, eyes blazing, and growls in a low threatening voice: "I will crush you, little bug! I—" She opens her mouth to say more, and right then a second snowball flies in. EXTREME CLOSE-UP: the snowball smacks straight into her face and part of it goes right into her open mouth. CLOSE-UP: THE QUEEN frozen, cheeks puffed with snow, eyes wide; behind her the beasts flinch. MEDIUM SHOT, slowed pace: with great dignity THE QUEEN slowly wipes the snow off her face with the back of her armored gauntlet and spits out a small puff of snow. INSERT, EXTREME CLOSE-UP: the clawed silver gauntlet scoops snow and presses a hard snowball, metal creaking, snow squeaking. MEDIUM SHOT: the girl throws a snowball at THE QUEEN; THE QUEEN jerks her head aside, her horns swinging past it. WHIP PAN following that snowball: it flies past THE QUEEN and hits the first beast behind her in the snout; the beast flops onto its side in a burst of snow. QUICK MEDIUM SHOT: THE QUEEN throws; the girl spins aside; the snowball hits a beast behind the girl in the chest and it falls flat like a bowling pin. QUICK MEDIUM SHOT: the girl throws again; THE QUEEN ducks; the snowball hits the second beast behind THE QUEEN in the face and it collapses into the snow. OVERHEAD SHOT: the beasts lie on their backs in the snow, paws in the air, like knocked-down bowling pins; THE QUEEN and the girl stand facing each other between them. CLOSE-UP of the girl: a cheeky grin, she winds up one last snowball. MEDIUM CLOSE-UP: the snowball hits THE QUEEN square in the forehead; her crown is knocked loose and hangs dangling on one horn, swinging. MEDIUM SHOT: from the impact THE QUEEN loses her balance and plops down onto her backside into deep snow, a puff of snow rising around her, the crown still swinging on her horn. CLOSE-UP: THE QUEEN sits in the snow, stunned for a beat... then she bursts into real laughter — warm, bright, open, eyes crinkling, completely different from her cold laugh at the beginning. FINAL MEDIUM CLOSE-UP, slow push-in: THE QUEEN, still sitting in the snow and laughing, wipes a tear from her eye with her gauntlet and says warmly: "Okay, okay, Kaila... you win." The girl's red hood passes as a soft blur in the foreground. Cut to black. MUSIC: from the first shot, an ominous dark-fantasy orchestral score — low male choir, heavy war drums, deep brass, building with THE QUEEN's menacing laugh. When the first snowball hits her crown, the music stops dead, leaving only wind. During the snowball fight a playful, bouncy orchestral comedy theme kicks in — pizzicato strings, woodwinds, light timpani hits on every beast that falls. On THE QUEEN's warm laugh at the end, the music turns into a warm, gentle melody and resolves on the final line. SOUND EFFECTS: the roar, breath steam, villagers' panicked shouts, slamming shutters and doors, THE QUEEN's cold menacing laugh, snowball thuds, metal creak, snow squeak, heavy beasts crashing into snow, THE QUEEN dropping into the snow, the girl's laughter, THE QUEEN's warm laugh. Dialogue stays clear above the music. RULES: every throw has a visible cause and effect — the snowball leaves a hand, the target dodges, the snowball hits a specific beast standing behind the target, that beast falls; no beast falls without being hit. THE QUEEN's throws hit the beasts behind the girl, the girl's throws hit the beasts behind THE QUEEN. THE QUEEN's face, horns, crown and armor stay identical in every shot, no redesign. Nobody is hurt: no blood, no injuries, the beasts fall comically and are fine. No anime, no game CG, no plastic AI skin. No on-screen text, no logo, no watermark. No subtitles.