Morning at the Cabin

Frozo stretched his arms wide as he stepped outside his cozy cabin on Frozen Island. The morning sun painted the snow-covered mountains in brilliant gold, and his ice-blue eyes sparkled with excitement. His cape fluttered behind him in the crisp breeze.

"Another perfect day for flying!" he said to himself, launching into the air with a whoosh.

Below him, the frozen landscape stretched endlessly. Pine trees drooped under heavy snow, and icicles hung like crystal daggers from cliff edges. Frozo loved soaring through the clouds, feeling the cold wind rush past his light blue skin.

As he glided over a valley, something caught his attention. A colorful poster flapped against a wooden signpost near a small village. Curious, he swooped down to read it.

"Annual Ice Sculpting Contest - Grand Prize: 500 Gold Coins!" the poster announced in bold letters.

Frozo's eyebrows shot up. Five hundred gold coins could help so many families in need. His heart began racing with possibilities.

Whispers in the Square

Frozo landed softly in the village square, his boots crunching on the packed snow. A small crowd had gathered around the poster, and excited voices filled the air.

"Five hundred gold coins! That's more than my family makes in a whole year!" said a woman with short brown hair tied in a practical ponytail. She clutched a worn leather bag close to her chest.

"Mine too, Elena," replied an older man, adjusting his thick wool coat. "But who among us knows how to carve ice like the professionals?"

Frozo stepped forward, his ice-blue eyes sparkling with determination. "I could help," he said quietly.

The crowd turned to look at the blue-skinned boy. Elena raised an eyebrow. "You're just a kid. Have you ever sculpted ice before?"

"Not exactly," Frozo admitted, "but I have special abilities with ice."

Just then, a sharp whistle pierced the air. Three figures in dark coats hurried away from the village center, whispering urgently among themselves. One carried a large burlap sack that clinked with metal tools.

"Those are the Frost brothers," Elena whispered nervously. "They've been asking strange questions about the contest all week."