[Ice Festival Grounds]
Mammoth spires of carved translucent blue-tinted ice rise from either side of the pathway, catching errant beams of light and reflecting them over the vast snowfield to the north. The frosty air swirls by in frigid gusts like invisible hands that swat the heavy burden of snow off the nearby boughs of pine trees. You also see a worn tent.
Obvious paths: north, southeast.