Farmhouse Glam [Tyrfing]

Dagrún yelped at the sharp cold that shivered up her claw and leg before settling in her chest. "Yikes! It is cold, just like ice!" What was strange was that even after taking her paw away she still felt terribly cold. She crouched down near the crystal, settling her chest over her front legs but even that didn't seem to warm her up, what kind of ice was this? Stories of frost giants filled her head and she shuddered.

Tyr stated that he had an idea and she watched as he climbed up the nearest tree. She backed up as he gestured at her to stand back and said er… something. "Ok, I'm clear!" She watched as he threw down the branch. It crashed into the crystal and she gasped. "Hey Tyr! I think it cracked." She still hesitated to go closer but it sure looked like it cracked from where she was.