Eliza was energised by travelling south, she watched as the darkness of night began to disappear and the colours of dawn took its place. She looked out of her window, gasping at the sight. There was more green than white now. The snow all but disappeared. The temperature in the SUV had increased, to the point where she wished she might remove her hooded black cloak, which hid her identity from prying eyes. Not that anybody would know who she was, unless they had been visitors of the Glacier Pack, or had visited the Ice Palace, to bare witness at her trial. However, Eliza had little doubt that the king would be instantly recognizable.
“We have approximately six more hours to travel. Would you like to take over the driving, Kym? I will sleep and take over in around three?” the king asked,
