After an interminable length of time, which felt like centuries to Alden as he travelled through the land of pristine white, he could finally spy the golden glow of the Barrier glimmering in the distance. It shone like a crystal, flakes of snow littering its surface like little jewels.
He was close.
Just a little more, and he wouldn't have to suffer at the whims of this frozen hell any longer. The sight of the Sanctuary caused Alden to slowly relax, and some of the tension left his shoulders.
In its wake, a budding sense of anticipation sprouted forth.
For what?
Warmth.
Alden couldn't wait to have a hot bath!
He shivered slightly as an icy gust of wind seemed to scream its displeasure. It was as if it was angry that he would be escaping from its tempestuous grasp. Alden ignored the warbled cry and envisioned himself in the bathroom.
Just imagining the way his tired muscles would melt as soon as he entered the water…
'Ah, that's the life.'
