The Frozen Cargo of the Northern Star

The chill in the air deepens as the ship enters the Sea of Moving Ice, making every breath a crystalline cloud. Down in the dimly lit hold, a solitary chest sits isolated from the mundane barrels of salted meats. It radiates a preternatural cold that has caused the surrounding wood to turn brittle and white with frost. Opening the lid reveals a collection of essential maritime supplies and a centerpiece of pure, elemental ice that defies the natural laws of the southern waters.