Ice Kingdom:
Clang. Vibrations ran along Jensen's arm as his sword hit his partner's sword. They dance around each other's feet, circling the frosty grass. Water droplets fly into the air. They each lost their footing on the slippery surface. Behind them was the Ice Kingdom castle. Jensen had arisen earlier and ordered someone to practice with him. The morning sun had risen over the horizon when they ended their practice. Jensen reaches forward and back to catch his breath. His skin was a mixture of sweat and morning dew.
“Thank you so much for your help,” says Jesen to his worker.
“Anytime, King Jensen,” replies the soldier, tucking away his sword into his sheath.
