Tzura's muscles clenched as the frigid arctic winds chilled his flesh to the bone. His face bore an expression similar to pain due to the fact that his body was not used to harsh temperatures and his decision not to bring warm clothing. Several people froze to death on the way to the land of snow, their bodies cast overboard with lack of a proper ceremony. To the rest on the ship, they weren't worth it. A second harsh wind caused the genin to grit his teeth and curl into a small ball in an attempt to keep his core warm, his extra layer of clothing did a good job of protecting the important part of his body but what he was really worried about was his extremities. The colder it got, the harder it became for him to move them without injury.
In the distance he spotted the Ice Caps, his drop point. There were few willing to make the trip with him across to Yukigakure, but they were unable to take the cold and died because of it. With his teeth chattering he stood and placed his back to the brunt of the wind. The ice like matter sent a shockwave of pain similar to needles through his ears and down his neck, How can people survive here? he thought. The ship stopped at the edge of the ice cap and the starboard bridge dropped, signalling his time to exit. With a heavy sigh that he could see waft in front of him in a plume of white he descended and flinched once his feet were lodged firmly in the foot deep snow.
He didn't look back at the ship as it left him there on the cap, but once he was sure that it wasn't coming back for him he realized that there was one thing that he truly needed. He needed to stay just warm enough to travel across the ice cap to reach Yukigakure. There was only one way he could get there, and that was to walk through the blizzard that had just picked up.
[exit]