It was morning in the kingdom of Frostholt. Aldrich and his team had arrived yesterday, and after meeting the Queen, Freya had been ordered to give them clothing and shelter.
Aldrich woke up inside a tent like house. It was large, spacious, but still just a tent. The structure was made of thick leather and reinforced wood, designed to trap warmth inside.
A cold wave of wind blew through a gap in the tent's entrance. The fire burning in the center of his tent began to die down. The flames flickered weakly. The cold hit him instantly, biting through his blankets and clothes.But then the wind died down. Instead of going out completely, the fire began to burn again. The flames grew stronger, crackling back to life.
By this time, Aldrich's eyes were fully open. He lay there staring at the tent walls. Ice crystals had formed on the inside of the leather. His breath came out in white clouds.
He spoke quietly into the empty tent.
"I feel so much pain inside me."
