Terenas: Ah, my son...
Arthas: You no longer need to sacrifice for your people. You no longer need to bear the weight of your crown. I've taken care of everything.
*Arthas approaches Terenas and draws his sword*
Terenas: What is this? What are you doing, my son?
Arthas: Succeeding you, Father.
*Arthas impales Terenas; Terenas lets out a death rattle and his crown falls to the floor, broken and blood-stained.*
Arthas: This kingdom shall fall, and from the ashes shall arise a new order that will shake the very foundations of the world!
Long has the Storm Crown languished, with no worthy brow to sit upon.
By our breath we bestow it now to you in the name of Kyne, in the name of Shor, and in the name of Atmora of old.
You are Ysmir now, the Dragon of the North. Hearken to it.
— The Greybeards as they formally acknowledge the Dragonborn, The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim