The Flying Boat emerged from another ripple in space, and Daisy instantly understood why Deathstroke had told her to drink.
Because the place they had arrived at this time was nothing but ice and snow. Snowflakes larger than her palm splatted onto her face with the wind.
The icy sensation immediately seeped through her body, while the frigid wind swiftly stole the heat from her skin.
Just minutes ago, she had been basking in the sun with a sea breeze blowing over her. A few minutes later, she had arrived in another dimension tens of thousands of light-years away, where she was being baptized by a blizzard.
The life of a superhero was just too exciting. Without enough willpower, you would sooner or later go insane from a disrupted body clock or spatial dislocation.
"Ah!"
She blew air from her nostrils while pawing at her face with both hands, trying to brush away the snowflakes. But the thin snow melted too quickly against her warmth, already turning into a stream that ran down her chin and into the deep cleft below.
Daisy's mouth formed an O, and her back hunched over. It was just too cold. She hurriedly wrapped herself tightly in her cloak.
"Where are we? It's freezing!"
"Jotunheim, homeland of the Frost Giants. I want to have a talk with their King of Ice, Laufey. Well, the Frost Giants don't really have anything resembling a proper nation, so king isn't quite right. Just think of him as their chieftain."
Thor lowered her head and breathed into her chest, as if trying to dry the places the icy water had flowed over. Twisting around as she spoke, she said, "You mean the one Heimdall said was suspicious, but you said wasn't suspicious at all? Then why did we come