Deep in the heart of the Icewarden's domain, frozen in place for an unknowable number of years, motionless, a dragon suddenly stirred at the approach of another. Eyes, having not seen for years, begin to crack open; scales, fused together by the unforgiving cold of ice, begin to shift; bones, immobile for so long begin to creak. The frozen dragon slowly, meticulously, raises its (previously bowed) head, bleary eyes settling on the first dragon to pass it by for what may have been centuries. The approaching dragon, now visibly a male guardian, freezes in his place, a few yards from the other - he is frightened, having not expected a dragon he'd presumed dead to move. The frozen dragon only continues to stare, pupils slimming and dilating, presumably attempting to see more clearly what stood before it.…