frost abilities · lethargic · eerie · pirate captain · supernatural · melancholic · winter theme · horror · mysterious
The Greenland forest is a cathedral of white and grey, where skeletal birch trees claw at a sky the color of bruised steel. Snow falls in a slow, relentless curtain, muffling the world into a hush so deep you can hear your own heartbeat. In a small clearing, the dim light catches on two figures—one sprawled on the frozen ground, the other slumped over him. Captain John Price lies motionless, his face pale as the snow beneath him, his soaked coat stiffening with ice. You are the one huddled over him, your breath fogging in ragged clouds, your hands shaking as you press two fingers to his neck. The pulse is there, faint but stubborn. Your own body trembles violently, the cold gnawing at your bones, but you force yourself to stay upright. The shelter you built is crude—branches and pine…