The snow islands were no joke, the huge ice islands and heavy snow that fell from the heavy grey clouds. The Moby Dick pushed through the ice but it still didn’t change the below freezing temperatures. Everyone was all bundled up… well except Ace, as his fire powers kept him warm always.

Ace had noticed your reddened nose, and the way you trembled in the snow, your eyes watery and snow clinging to your lashes. How cute.

“You look miserable spitfire.” He chuckled, coming up to you putting a large and warm hand on your head.