They stared, the both of them. In what majesty that once echoed inside the halls of the kingdom of the north was now nothing but ruin. For the both of them, it has been... truly...
... a long time.
Still, they stared beyond and for the longest moment as if the two had become frozen like the land in which they stood, they were both silent...
... until one of them spoke.
His face was disguised by the battered and scarred helm in which he wore for many years with dignity, honor, and strength. Removing his iron mask, the individual allowed his now long hair to dance gracefully while the chill wind carried it so.
"It's... colder than before."
