A/N: Hello. Sorry for not putting this in the first chapter, but I forgot. This is my first story, so I would really appreciate some feedback. And sorry for the shortness. It just happened.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but Waverly and a few of her things. Everything else belongs to other people that are a lot more famous than I am.
"Oh, holy jeezums. Forgot about the snow," Wave gasped, hopping in her boots.
"I thought you were coming from the North Pole, sunshine. You're not telling me it's warmer up there?" Waverly paused in her jumping to shoot a glare at the boy that fell to pieces as she shivered.
"That's different. I can usually travel right into the workshop, unless I get distracted and aim too high. Then of course it's pretty cold falling out of the sky, but at least the snow isn't all around me. Can't you get a fire going?"
"I'd love to help you out, truly," the boy replied, "but a fire is going to be a bit of a problem."
"How?" Waverly asked, eyes round and incredulous. "You freaking make fire with your bare hands. And you're like Rudolph the Flame-nosed Reindeer."
"Hey, we've already discussed that you don't bring up the nose." The boy looked affronted. "And I'm not making a fire."
Waverly whined, stomping her feet. "Is this revenge for that time I set all of the speakers at camp to play Can You Feel the Love Tonight on permanent repeat whenever you and Calypso walked by? Because Percy told me to go through with that. I wasn't planning to actually do it."
"No, of course not," he said, before muttering something that sounded suspiciously like, 'I'm still working out the kinks in that plan.' "I called you here because there is something seriously wacko going on, and you usually take care of weird things."
Waverly arched an eyebrow. "Thanks. Nice to know I'm appreciated. What exactly is going on?"
Leo glanced nervously over his shoulder, to where a colossal sheet of knobbly ice snaked up the side of the mountain. "Maybe it would be easier if I showed you."
