"I have never seen ice and snow like this," says Wei Wuxian, only to correct himself a moment later. "Well, when I went into the enchanted snow for Lan Zhan's bunnies it was worse, but I didn't have Honir's magic to keep me warm."

He grins towards the front of the caravan where the god surely is. "He is so much livelier than Heimdall." Even so, they are going into battle yet again. A god like Heimdall is precisely what they need.