Bask in the warm summer, friends, let it soak into your bones. As you sweat and swelter, embrace it. Welcome the heat with joy in your heart, for the hrimpursar come driving the sleet and snow before them. Already on the march, the father of the jotnar, Ymir turns his eyes to Atlantia, determined to bring ice to our lands, and our souls. Brace yourselves. Winter is coming.