"General Njal!" A man called out, Njal had managed to join them at the frontlines and everyone was happy to see him as he had arrived with backup.
Njal intended to hold them here and with Sturla rumored to be here, it was an opportunity for them to take him out.
"Ah, hello there. What is the current report?" Njal asked, speaking to the man that seemed to be in charge until he arrived.
"They have broken the line but there is something strange! They are not advancing!" The man said, the man that spoke looked sickly and pale.
Njal knew that the cold had gotten to him, it was colder here as the clan of their enemy stayed in the coldest region.
Despite being at their border, the cold seeped in only making him imagine how cold it was beyond the border but no one has dared venture out there.
Because they understood what would happen to them if they did, death.