What he saw made him stop in his tracks. In the center of the clearing was a block of ice, thick and clear as glass. It stood upright, as if nature had deliberately placed it there, a silent monument in the snow.
Inside the ice was a shadowy figure—a creature whose shape was obscured by the frost clinging to the inner surface. Henry could make out limbs, perhaps a head, but the details were lost to the murky, distorted frost.