Novel & Cerita Ice Age: A Mammoth Christmas Special

“No can't do. Olive here would love to add your ice cream to her collection, if it's good.” The woman grinned. “Oh, it is damn good. Also, I knew you were going to be a stubborn person.” I laughed. “He's not…sometimes.” “Hey,” Easton exclaimed. “Who's side are you on?” “Well, they are making delicious ice cream so…” They laughed. The masc woman introduced herself as Jude with feminine pronouns, making me relieved about my assumptions. Soon, I had a cone of blueberry flavored ice cream in my hand. “I know it seems suspicious,” Jennie laughed as I peered at the deep blue color of the ice cream. “But it's really good. It's my favorite.”

The descent into the Deep-Frost felt less like a journey and more like a fall from grace. The transport hummed with a strained, high-pitched frequency as we dove into the sub-glacial canyons beyond the First City. Here, the air was so cold it didn't just bite; it attempted to crystallize the very breath in our lungs. Outside the reinforced viewports, the indigo quartz of the city had given way to "Elder-Ice"—a substance so ancient it was blacker than the void, translucent only when the transport's floodlights caught the frozen remains of leviathans trapped within its depths.

His breath made small white clouds in the cold air. "You came," Adrian said softly. His voice was warm and close. "Sophia told me you were down here," Ethan said with a small smile. "Shouldn't you rest your shoulder?" "My shoulder is fine. My mind is just loud," Adrian murmured. He opened the small wooden door to the ice. He held out his hand to Ethan. "Come out here with me." Ethan hesitated. He looked down at his normal leather boots. "Adrian, I don't have skates. I will mess up the ice."

But before she could place her finger on what it was, Margaret Ashford walked into the dining room like she owned the place, a measuring tape draped around her neck. “I see you are still here,” Margaret said to Dukia. She held up a swatch of fabric against the dining room curtains. ”Liam darling I can’t seem to decide on what colour to use for the master bedroom. Gold or Ivory? I want everything fresh before the wedding.” Liam finally looked at Dukia. His mouth opened, closed, opened again. “Ivory,” he said.

Let me tell you, running on two-strap high-heel sandals was not something I had envisioned when the night started. The creature squeals in pain as Liam sinks his canines in one of its legs. Desperately trying to scuff him off, the monster wields its sharp velociraptor-like claws, viciously piercing Liam's wolf right paw, his painful whimper causing me to turn around halfway up the stairs. I shone the flashlight towards them in time to see Liam's golden wolf collapsed to the floor, and the sharp icicles spat in my direction by the creature. Throwing myself down the stairs to avoid the attack, I watch helplessly the whole door become a large ice block. Great, now we are trapped in here, with p

“It’s a water maze,” Sasha muttered, mystified. “I should’ve known…” “How can you tell?” “See the floor? It’s sloping.” “Isn’t water good news? It’d melt the whole maze.” “Not these walls,” Sasha said, feeling the texture of the entrance wall with reverence. “This is perma-ice. Hard as diamond. There are almost no air bubbles inside the ice crystals. Our Clans combined their powers and spells to create this thing of perfection. No jutsu, fire or otherwise, is powerful enough to break it.”

Turned into ice sculptures mid-leap. It hit the Frost Giant. The massive machine slowed, its joints grinding, frost covering its sensors. But the effort was killing her. Jack saw cracks forming on her skin. She was becoming ice. "No!" Jack roared. He ignored the pain. He ignored the broken ribs. He ran to her. He wrapped his arms around her from behind. His burning, cursed body pressed against her freezing one. "Together," Jack whispered into her ear. "Fire and Ice." The Curse in his arm reacted to the Titan Heart. The black fire mixed with the blue light.

The next day, they crossed into the Frost vault, the heart of the tundra, where no sun had ever touched. It was a place of myth: a glacier so massive it bent the sky, layered in runes that pulsed like veins. The entrance yawned open like a frozen cathedral, columns of ice and starlight stretching into darkness. The air shimmered with eldritch cold. Jaxon muttered, “I’ve fought demons, gods, and corrupted alphas. This? This feels worse.” Elizabeth’s voice was steady. “Because it’s older.” They stepped inside. Immediately, the temperature dropped. Their breath froze in the air. Sound dampened. Even the flame dimmed.

Heavy snow fell in thick sheets, carrying a strange, deadly virus within them. In my past life, Garrett's family had stayed after dinner to play poker cards and narrowly avoided the freezing cold outside. They'd seized my parents' warm master bedroom and forced them to squeeze into my room. But in this life, they were still on the road after the Christmas Eve fallout. … I sat in the grocery store, which was maintained at a steady 78.8 degrees Fahrenheit, holding a roasted chicken drumstick I'd pulled from my system inventory. While I took a large bite, Mom and Dad were wrapped in blankets, visibly shaken as they looked out at the terrifying blizzard.

My chest tightened at the sight of her, safe and smiling like nothing in the world could touch her. “Mama!” she said, reaching for me. I took her from him and held her close for a moment. She was the only person who could calm my racing heart. “Hey, baby,” I murmured. “We got ice cream,” she exclaimed excitedly. “And I didn’t spill it this time.” “That’s good,” I answered, forcing a small smile. Rosa appeared from the hallway. “Come, Millie. Let’s get you cleaned up.” Millie nodded and slid out of my arms, taking Rosa’s hand and heading upstairs without any fuss.