NORTH POLE
Six people trudged through the endless expanse of brilliant snow. Two jotun walked ahead, their long legs carrying them with ease over the deep snow. Right behind them, Mimi, transformed into a large wooly beast, carried Cael, Ginevra, Niko and Myrna on her back.
Only a hair-thin barrier of Cael's mana protected the group from the howling blizzard outside. There, it was like the Earth itself wanted to destroy people approaching too close to its sacred place. On the inside of the barrier, though, the temperature was warm enough to forgo winter clothing. The warm air would've melted snow if the group stayed in one place for long enough.
Cael wondered how cold the wind outside his barrier was. How much colder it could be before even the air itself froze solid?
The chill wasn't the worst part of the North Pole's harsh weather—it was the snow and the wind's incessant attacks. They drained Cael's mana and his barrier the most.
Who's colder?
the endless magical blizzard full of magic and snow
or
one snobbish jotun?