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Laufey moved swiftly, hidden in the blue and green water beneath a thin layer of ice, he weaved through rocks and roots, moving in towards land from deeper water. He was approaching a great body of heat that beckoned to his cold nature. He snarled as the ice above him became thicker and frustration pounded at him.

He swam faster and found a thin patch of ice that let light filter down into the water and he coiled himself tightly before flinging himself up into the air, breaking through the surface, the sunlight glistening on the snowflakes that formed on his body as the water cooled, becoming a sort of crystaline shield.

It was always like this. His body was so cold that the moisture on the air gathered on his fur and it clumped, then it would begin to crystalize and solidify into a gleaming, rippling ice coat. He felt nothing. No breeze, so cold, no pain, no tickle of grass or warmth of sun. He wanted to feel something, anything... so now he stood at the base of an active volcano, seeking some sort of heat to melt away the ice that kept him so separated from the world around him. He grimaced and began to ascend the rocky wall.

I can only pray this works... he thought grimly, staring up at the rising smoke, tainting the white clouds above with a sooty black. Ashes began to fall around him as he grew nearer the top and his icy shield became speckled like it had been peppered with ground seed.

His guardian didn't know the cause, didn't know how to help, but to her credit, she had found a map and the volcano. The idea had been hers, and he had been desperate, so now, to test the theory. Was lava enough to melt him down? Or would he deactivate this volcano...?

He began to feel lighter as he reached the top, he knew his ice was melting, but soon the trails of water began to refreeze and he found a profound dissappointment in the realization. He stood there on a ledge, looking down at the broiling, bubbling magma, unaware of anyone else, and shifted from one foot to another uneasily.

Closing his eyes, he began his descent, slowly nearing the heart of the Volcano.

It was starting to work. He could feel the piercing, aching cold fading and melting, and everywhere he stepped, Red rock cooled and turned dull and cool. He reached a rock that sat just inches above the surface of the lava and he lay there, absorbing it's warmth, and slowly, the rock began to cool.

He looked at the lava and he reached out slowly, cold limb extended over the rolling orange surface, eyes staring into the liquid silently.