Deep within the West Ice Tribe's Frost Mountain Castle, the hollowed-out grand hall shimmered with a faint light. Carved ice pillars lined the stairways, complementing one another, and a thin layer of ice had formed over a pool in the center.
A golden-haired youth stood alone beside the pool. He pressed his right hand down toward the water, fingers splayed. With a CRACK, the thin ice shattered, fractures spreading out like a spiderweb.
KRSHHH—
In a moment, the thin ice on the pool, twenty feet in diameter, had completely shattered, melting into the water below. Wisps of steam rose from the surface.
The water was reflected in the youth's blue pupils, and his face was reflected in the water, the two images overlapping.
CRACK—
He clenched his open right hand into a fist in mid-air. A frigid wind seemed to sweep across the surface of the pool, coating it in white frost that formed a crystalline layer, spreading from the edges toward his reflection in the water.
