The idea of crossing the surface of a frozen river wasn't very appealing to Luke, but in the end, since so much snow had piled up there, he assumed it was safe to do so. Still, to avoid problems, he left his skeletons behind, under a pile of snow controlled by Shalia.
Once they reached the lake, they had to cross five hundred meters of ice to reach the island. The elves certainly had a lot of work to build a shelter there. Despite their hard work, life still was tough since they couldn't find their fruits and vegetables in such a cold area. They could only eat fish they found at night… Regardless, when they approached the island, a hole in the snow appeared, revealing the entrance of the place and one old looking elf.
"Your Majesty…" the old elf said and then tried to bend his knee, but then he stopped midway because of a back pain.
"Let's skip the formalities," Rina said. "Can we enter your shelter?"
"Of course," the old elf said.
