Snow and Ice
“Let me bring you to an ice-skating rink, then,” Atlanta “texts” me as we take a brief halt under the porch of another “restaurant.”
I blink, and reread the text displayed on the screen of my temporary phone. Then, impatient for clarification, I simply point at the “ice-skating” term on it.
“You slide and dance on a sheet of ice,” is her explanation, before she tugs me along to continue our way with new purpose.
I fail to notice anything along our path. I do not even notice the overwhelming heat and sunlight very much. I am… flabbergasted.
The “ice-skating rink” that Atlanta promised to bring me to sounds like a place of entertainment. But… entertainment… on the ice? I never thought that Midgardians would enjoy ice. Do they not remember still the eternal winter that the jötnar tried to bring to this realm? Or have they been too disorganised to pass on the warnings and ancient wisdoms, which could be achieved even by such a short-lived race?
Can they even survive staying in ice-maintaining temperature for longer than heartbeats? Let alone for entertainment?
But…, `What about snow? Thor and I loved playing snowballs when we visited Vanaheim that winter….`