And now for all of you who have been waiting for the appearance of the people, here they are!
Holly Short was crouching in an abandoned building covered in ice, cursing the boy genius for leading her there.
"Out of all of the places in the world he could have vacationed to it had to be here!" She thought over and over again. She stuck her hands into her armpits and walked over to a wall lined with iced shut trunks and began kicking at one of them. When most of the ice had broken off she kicked the lid up. Empty. She moved to the next one. Empty. The next. Bingo.
The elf reached inside and brought out a small cube glowing with warm light.
"Thank Frond." she breathed, allowing her fingers to defrost.
Now that she was a bit warmer she looked around the dark room at it's barren floors and ice encrusted walls. This had been one of the most popular places to come when it was first built. That was until the People realized why it was so uninhabited with mudmen.
The People hated the cold. A couple thousand years of living near the Earth's core had made them soft and unable to bear cold very well. Holly was one of the worst.
The auburn haired sprite thought about sitting down but decided she might get frozen to the floor boards. Instead she stuffed the glow cube down her jacket, wanting to keep it close to her, and went down the rickety stairs to the ground floor.
She grabbed the door knob and took a deep breath, bracing herself.
"Darvit Fowl!" she muttered, swinging open the door to reveal swirling snow and gusty winds.
The small creature trudged out through the snow and into the race for the world.
