A gust of icy wind bit into Johan's face as the landscape transformed from murky swamp to a vast white expanse. Every exhalation produced a visible puff of air, a stark reminder of the abrupt temperature shift. He took in the serene beauty around him: towering icebergs, standing like silent sentinels in the distance, and skeletal trees encrusted in frost, their limbs stretching desperately towards a pale sun.
'From one extreme to another...' Johan thought, tightening his cloak around himself, noting the inefficacy of his attire against the piercing cold.
Ken, rubbing his hands together, chattered, "I wasn't expecting to jump into a freezer next!"
Danny, though large and seemingly impervious, also showed signs of discomfort. His once vivid skin was now dull, clearly affected by the frost. "I don't think our last adventures prepared us for this."
