The lair of a vicious ice-creature, deepens down to the darkest of caves. Wandering down the trail of a somewhat stenching essence, a mist from the steaming walls encircles the air. The substance from the cold and darkness seeps down to the farthest of senses. Further down, the icy walls creates a shiver at the slightest touch. The black, elusive ground, makes a sound like a quivering stew. All around the foundation, bloody clawmarks indent the frosty barrier. Fingernails screeching fills the dark space. One, two, three, ....