Her hands had frozen around his form throughout the flight, nearly alarmingly so. Flexing her fingers was impossible as they dismounted, and if not for her sheer determination to have some degree of normalcy exist between them, her arms would've been frozen into position. In all the times Fallon had considered hell and it's possible existence, she had never thought it to be so cold.

Still, they had to check out the cave. The entrance was so tiny she was worried he'd shift the snow and bury them in as he passed through. At this point, though, being buried would be better than being whipped by the wind.

She entered the cave and immediately stopped in her tracks. Unlike the last one, this cave wasn't empty. Fumbling for her wand, Fallon shot the weakest stunning spell she'd ever cast in the direction of what she assumed was a polar bear.