Summer 1098 SR
Danica was cold, so cold she was shivering. Opening her eyes, she noticed the wooden timbers beneath her covered with frost. She was relieved that the weather had cleared when she looked skyward, yet there was a bite to the air. She exhaled only to watch as her breath hung before her face. Her eyes instinctively went to the sail to find it hanging limply. Sister Anya stood by the stern, a deathlike grip on the tiller.
"Good to see you awake, Captain," she called out, her teeth chattering.
"Where are we?"
"Far to the north if that"s any indication." She nodded towards the bow, causing Danica to follow her gaze. Off in the distance was a frozen landscape like none she"d ever seen before. Large chunks of ice floated around the place, while behind, mountains of white stared
