Ariel was sitting at the edge of the enormous layer of Black Ice that covered part of Asgard's ocean. A thick blanket protected her shoulders from the wind, while her long red hair moved gently behind her. Her human legs were stretched out over the ice, and a small wheelchair remained a few steps behind, accompanied by two guards who had received explicit orders not to let her exert herself.
Frieren had not been particularly pleased when Ariel asked to visit the coast, but had eventually allowed a short outing, as long as the princess did not try to walk on her own or use magic.
Ariel had agreed.
At least with most of the conditions.
"Frank! I'm here!" Ariel called while cupping her hands around her mouth and looking toward the dark water that began a few meters ahead.
For a few seconds, nothing happened.
Then an enormous shadow moved beneath the surface.
Ariel immediately smiled.
