Ten minutes later, we arrived toward the Icy Lake, the most precious place for all Ice Elves.
The Icy Lake unfolded before us like a breathtaking masterpiece, an expanse of glistening, crystalline water framed by towering, snow-kissed cliffs and ancient pines dusted with frost. Its surface shimmered under the soft light of the pale sun, with frozen, diamond-like ripples that caught the light in dazzling, shifting hues of blue and silver.
Gentle wisps of mist curled and danced across the lake, creating a mystical, almost otherworldly aura. The air was crisp and invigorating, carrying the scent of fresh pine and a cool, invigorating breeze that seemed to cleanse the very soul. Jagged ice formations jutted out from the shoreline, sculpted by the whims of nature into shapes that resembled frozen waves, each one glistening like a jeweled fortress beneath the sky.
