The Cold Might Bother Me Anyway

I'm not beaten by this yet

Ingrid felt warm: a rush of respite for maybe a millisecond before the cold set back into her bones. Her prayer was answered.

As the ice crystals in the air coalesced into what looked like a massive, hairy version of her former king's companion, Ingrid's eyes sparkled with joy, and as it turned out, there was in fact some mortal danger. Y'know, the ursur staring them down? The bear was huge. Like, really fucking huge. Good thing there was a frosty mastodon in the way.

"DUDE, I CAN'T FUCKING BELIEVE THAT FUCKING WORKED!"

Giddy, she turned to the hairy ice elephant. "Thank you and bless you! I'll light a candle for you, kind spirit." Ingrid turned to Jiao, still unable to contain her excitement. "Let's get the hell out of here." She gave a whoop and a holler and started again in the direction of the Citadel.

You can't tell me to regret