Talk:Arendelle's Navy/@comment-12161342-20150117160519

''A mysterious fog envelops the fjord where Arendelle is situated. The air grows cold. Suddenly, a long and slender vessel with seemingly no superstructure glides silently into port. As it grows closer, narrow pillars can be discerned leading upwards from the center of the vessel, terminating in a massive, tripod like superstructure reaching higher than the cliffs surrounding the fjord. Mist pours from it's reinforced hull of purple- and gold-tinted ice as moisture condenses on the freezing surface, feeding the chilled air and the layer of fog surrounding it.In stark contrast to the hull, the superstructure is tinted with different shades of white and blue, and is translucent, revealing shadows of the crew and machinery and glowing skeins of magic flitting around within. Coming to a stop with it's towering, razor-sharp prow just inches from the seawall, a crowd gathers. Suddenly, Anton appears out of the fog besides the prow of the ship, walking on the water of the fjord, which freezes solid underneath him. Stopping right next to the knife-edge of the bow, he thinks for a moment, then deftly flicks one of his fingers to point at the bow. A slender stream of dark blue magic flits from his finger to the knife edge of the bow, and a delicate, flowing script  traces itself into the bow, forming a single word bisected by the razor-sharp prow... Icicle.''