And the rain was upon the earth forty days and forty nights.
But up here, it was too cold for rain.
The snow fell in drifts until all colour was smothered. It covered the grass, it covered the trees, it covered the cliffs, and still it fell, the weight compressing lower layers to ice.
And then it stopped, a spear of sunlight cracking the clouds.
In the distance, there came a booming of mighty footsteps. The sound rolled over the ice, over the ocean, heard even on the tiny ark bobbing in the churning sea.
The Frost Giants had returned.
Neil Murton about 6 years ago
The prompt for this one was 'snow day'.