The team warmed up. They started to look less and less like corpses now, and since their clothes and armor were not wet, they were able to recover quickly. In a timespan of half an hour, they were their normal selves again.
Ortana seemed to have forgotten most of what happened, the cold really messed with her good from the looks of it, but she did remember something very specific. It was about Timothy.
“You tried to ditch us!” She yelled out, and smacked him upside the head. “You treacherous bastard… you almost had me killed when I ditched you back in the day!”
“The past is behind us, let's look towards the future.” Tim joked, as he didn’t think much of her judgy attitude.
Everyone was frankly happy to be alive, but their worries hadn't become any smaller, as they were still trapped here. They'd rather find a way out of here instead of wasting time bickering, because it wasn’t either normal or safe to be between such great walls of ice for long. They had to move.