With a smile quickly growing on his lips Frost pictured a certain forge in his mind as well as a certain green enchantress, a moment later space around him warped and his body was teleported to the floor of peace where Daki stationed her primary forge, close to at least four different mines and quarries making transporting materials quick and efficient.
Don Don Don Don
The moment he materialised Frost could hear the sound of a heavy hammer repeatedly striking against red hot metal. The air here was much hotter than he was used to, dense and with a lingering metallic smell.
He followed the rhythmic sound with a skip in his step eager to see the visage of the one making all this noise.
Don! Don! Don!
The sound grew in volume as he approached, his presence completely masked by it and the sheer focus displayed by the beauty standing before her anvil.
