Daughters of the Frozen Cathedral — Valhalla Adepta Sororitas

On the death world of Valhalla, where howling blizzards scour the bones of fallen saints and cathedrals of black ice rise from shattered glaciers, the Adepta Sororitas keep a vigil older than memory. Here, faith burns hotter than any flame in the frozen dark. This is the paint scheme of Valhalla's daughters — the ice-forged faithful who march beneath spires of obsidian frost, bolters held in gauntlets the colour of midnight storm. Their armour is layered in deep Night Lords Blue and Macragge Blue, shadowed with Corvus Black and The Fang, edged in Ulthuan Grey like rime on a blade. Trim of Screaming Skull and Morghast Bone catches the pale Valhallan sun, while gunmetal weapons gleam cold as the Emperor's judgment. Every chip, every weathered edge tells the same truth: the storm answers to no one but Him. Sanctified in ice and fire. Forged in the cathedral of frost. Faith does not freeze.