Frost nodded to the guards at the entrance to the Directors’ main chamber. He squeezed Joseph’s hand reassuringly when it tightened around his. They had arrived five minutes earlier. His mother had greeted them out in front of the large municipal building in the downtown area of their capital city of Icela.
The large building was like all the others, made of ice. The crystals froze together in one solid piece, making the structure extremely strong and durable. The inside was surprisingly warm as natural vents in the planet warmed the interior. The outside temperatures kept the building from melting.
“Your father is already inside waiting for us,” Sella said, lifting her skirt. “He wanted to go over the details of Joseph’s world, his family structure, and how he came to be on the transpor
