[RQ] this kind of freedom

It starts as fluffy, falling flakes. Slowly the wind picks up around you, the promise of more snow to come. As you lift your hood and think about heading for home, the tundra becomes bright white. The snowflakes shift and harden as the temperature plummets suddenly, the wind howling harshly. There is little time to prepare. The ice storm comes in with all of the fury the Eirachi has placed upon this land.

An ice storm has hit! For the next 3 posts of each participant in the thread, this ice storm will rage.