Small buildings dotted the icy landscape, making the new kingdom of mantle. Snow was pounding on the roof, snow was always pounding on the roof. Alec Gundam sat near the window of his father's inn looking out into the frozen land. A dust powered heater next to him, dust, the magical crystals were the key to their survival here, the mines had sprang up, the carts rolled in empty and rolled out filled with the valuable mineral. The dust was existential to the heaters that kept the kingdom from freezing, but Alec had always found that he was fine in the cold, he ran his fingers through his messy red hair. Smiling to himself as people walked by, coats gathered around them like they were moving balls of fluff, occasionally ducking inside the shops and buildings to warm up.