written by GhostWriterGirl-1 

"I think we have enough seals, Sigrid. Sigrid?"

The hunter looked up and noticed that his partner was crouched and looking through the ice, distracted by something below it.

Again.

He sighed exasperatedly, the sackful of seals forgotten as he marched up to her. "Sigrid, what are—"

The distracted huntress held up a finger and hissed, "Quiet, Olaf. You'll scare him away."

"Scare who away?" Olaf asked, frustration edging into his voice. "Come on, Sigrid. We have to get back to the village, before the sun sets."

As he spoke, he looked at the descending sun, painting the grey-blue sky with rich golds and purples. Despite the spectacle, Olaf knew that when night came, the temperature would become as cold as death.

"I know, but look. He's trying to speak to me," Sigrid replied, pointing to the ice.

Olaf looked, but he couldn't see anything—just blue water.

Olaf sighed; Sigrid always claimed that she saw someone either above or underneath the ice and would strike up a conversation with them, but Olaf nor anyone else from the village saw them. Most of the villagers believed that she was communicating with spirits, a gift she'd received from being born on the night of the sky-fire; Olaf and the less superstitious villagers believed that Sigrid was going mad. The only reason Sigrid hadn't been banished was because she was an extraordinarily good hunter, able to detect where a seal or a whale was underneath the ice with uncanny accuracy, and even able to sense when a predatory animal was around. Sigrid said it was because she could "feel" the animals' energies, which had the superstitious villagers believe more firmly that Sigrid had supernatural gifts; Olaf was just thankful to have such a skilled hunter by his side, even if she became distracted easily and appeared to be mad most of the time.

Like now.

"Sigrid, I know you think you saw something, but there isn't anything there. Now come on; we have to get back before night comes," Olaf spoke firmly and grabbed her arm, intending to drag her away, but Sigrid remained, frowning. "What?"

"He's... trying to say something. Like... a warning," Sigrid muttered.

Her eyes widened, and she hissed, "We have to get away from here. Now."

"Why? Sigrid—" Olaf pressed, only to be interrupted by Sigrid tackling him.

And the ice exploded.

Panting, Olaf looked past Sigrid, and gaped.

Standing where they had been moments before, was a large creature covered in scales and fur coloured white and ice-blue. It lashed a tail tipped with spikes, spikes that covered parts of its body that wasn't furred or scaled and crowned its head, a mane descending from it. It gripped the ice with hooked talons, snarling at them. Glacial blue eyes burned into them, filled with primal instinct. With a roar, the creature raised a pair of blue-white wings.

Fear chilled Olaf.

The creature, it was...

"An ice dragon," Olaf and Sigrid breathed.

The dragon growled, and charged at them.