Stilled Seas

Days passed slowly for the group on board ship. While the nights were still fairly enjoyable for Hethir and Val, the gloom over the ship was nearly palpable. Ironically, the only one that knew exactly what they were sailing towards was almost painfully cheerful.
Nezys had taken to dancing around the  rigging of the ship, her projection gliding easily from one rope to the next. While it was not quite true to say she was singing--the sounds she made were too tuneless for that label--the joy expressed by the notes was unmistakable.

Wanderers in Frozen Mist

Jenn wasn't sure how they had arrived here, in this desolate frozen wilderness, but she was certain that there was a way out. There must be a way back home, back to their lives.

The four of them had been at a cafe, enjoying cocktails before their food arrived, when it started. A strange dense fog bank suddenly rolled in around them, they could hear people around them crying out in confusion and alarm, but their cries became quieter and quieter. Soon they could hear nothing at all, except each other's breathing.
"What's happening?" Chris had demanded, but no one could really give an answer to him.