It was finally Elora and the others' turn to enter the city. Inside, it felt like a completely different world from the outside.
The streets buzzed with activity and shimmered with vibrant colors. In front of every door stood an ice sculpture, each more impressive than the last.
Teenagers could be seen sliding from one ceiling to another, and the air, though cold, had a certain liveliness to it.
Every nook and cranny was covered in ice, and the lifelike sculptures, pathways, and houses were blanketed with snow falling from the sky onto the Ice City.
"Your Majesty, it looks like they are having the ice festival," Nalia explained from the side as she noticed the somewhat puzzled expressions on Elora and Thorn's faces.
"Ice festival?" Elora asked aloud, searching her memories for any details about the event.
