Snow was falling and the chilly wind was going to your spine while the moonlight and stars appeared to be your only light source. Trees were dead from being frozen too much, while rocks are pretty much icicles now. You saw something, it was Frigil. His scarf was covering his mouth, while his hands were in the pockets of his jacket. He didn't say much, he just looked at you, not saying anything. Then again, he probably doesn't want you to speak either.

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