Translated by A Passing Wanderer
Edited by RED
I was staring at the sky above as white breath leaked out of my mouth.
Large snowflakes were drifting down from the heavens. Even though winter was still some months away, the overall temperature was rather cold. 'Probably because of the Frost Giant', I surmised.
I shifted my gaze and stared at the figure of said giant, Hrímr. The huge creature, its head severed, was laying lifelessly on the devastated city centre, streaks of frozen tears still staining its face.
A bone-chilling cold was wafting out of its corpse even now.
"Your Majesty. The weather is still frosty. Please head back inside," Charlotte spoke up from behind me while placing a warm fur coat over my shoulders.
I looked back at her and smiled wryly, before shifting my attention back to the city still encased in ice. "I'd like to do that myself, but I still have to finish the work first."