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Richard Alan Dickson
Far to the north lies the Kingdom of Frost, a magical land where every elf knows a minor spell or two, but only the best go to Mage school; and only the brightest come out. King Jack and his Mages work great feats of magic, shrouding the Earth in ice and snow. No others are held in such regard; not the Father of Christmas, not the Ice Queen of old, not even Old Man Winter, himself...
And certainly not the King's oldest son, an ill-tempered teen with barely any ice magic, at all.
"Out of the way, boy!"
The snide nasal whine echoed up the great hall.