Time passed strangely in this dream-space.
Reinhard couldn't tell if it had been moments or months, but the giant had recovered fully. It stood amid the glaciers, its form restored to its original magnificence.
The white eyes surveyed the landscape around it, taking in the endless ice and snow.
Then those eyes looked down.
The giant knelt, bringing one massive hand to the frozen ground. It pressed its palm flat against the surface, and something remarkable happened. The ice began responding to it as it started shifting and moving upward like water.
The Frost Giant lifted its hands with the snow rising up and swirling around it before it then started forming shapes at the giant's unspoken command.
The giant seemed surprised by this, its eyes widening fractionally. It began experimenting as it started moving its hand in different patterns.
