For the next few days, it continues to snow heavily.
I stare up at the dark clouds.
“What’s wrong?” says Emma.
“It’s not supposed to snow this much. Especially this early,” I said.
Lightning strikes across the sky.
“Do you think it could be Aamon?”
“It could be. Now that he has Merry’s magic.” I grumble, “Let’s hope it’s just bad weather.”
The weather did not in fact get better. It got worse. The temperature kept on dropping causing people to constantly have fires in their houses trying not to freeze.
“This has to be the work of Aamon,” I said.
“There’s no other reason why it wouldn’t be,” says Queen Ann. “Why would he be doing this though?”
“Whatever the reason, he’s trying to freeze us to death,” says Glenn.
“We could move people to my world,” says Emma. “But I can’t take everyone.”
“What should we do then?” says Odin.