Crackling and glinting against the snowfall, its blade extending with the speed of a flash freeze, a sword grew out from her hands. Bright and deadly and firm in her grip, the blade of Rime Ice swung as if bidden by her thoughts. It cut through the first wolf, severing its head with unbelievable ease. With a sweep of ice, the second wolf was dead, and blood spread out before the Queen of Rothen.
