Before their group sets off, they overhear a soldier exclaim, "Hold on! We require a mage capable of conjuring water. The river has completely frozen over, and the horses, which are to pull the carriages, are in need of a drink."
"How did that happen? It's not even winter yet," Chris inquired.
"We're uncertain, Your Highness. However, did you not observe anything unusual last night? It's where you were," the soldier responded, causing Chris to shake his head. He pondered whether the freezing was a natural occurrence or someone did it on purpose, but why?
"I will stay," declared one of the mages. "We must not cause any delay for the prince and the lady. King Allister is anticipating their arrival."
"Please hold on tight, princess. I wouldn't want you to fall from the horse," Chris cautioned, gripping the reins with one hand while his other rested on Elsa's waist.
