White Frost was actually a broad term for an entire category of natural phenomena. It was like an endless cold wind, or snowfall that never stopped.
Freezing fog, cold winds, frigid rain, blizzards, hail, and the like all accompanied White Frost. They drained the heat from a world until it became a silent ball of ice.
The final result was tranquility. Everything was shrouded beneath white frost, reduced to lifeless silence.
Yet the elves had coexisted with White Frost for centuries, and their scholars had never stopped studying it. Dispelling White Frost was impossible. People could not contend with nature, but harnessing nature's power was a relatively traditional and effective method.
Just as people built dams to alter the course of rivers, using water to irrigate farmland or sustain villages.
White Frost was not as easy to harness as water, but magic could make slight adjustments to it. For instance, it could make it snow a little less in one place and redirect that snowfall to a neighboring location.
Simply put, it was a matter of diverting disaster elsewhere. The elves had done the same in the past, using cold winds to blow away the snow that should have fallen within the city and shift it outside, onto the slaves' heads.
Otherwise, the buildings within the city would have long since been buried beneath the snow. It was not merely a low-temperature environment.
The fact that the city's roads could still roughly be made out and the outlines of its houses could barely be seen beneath the snow was all thanks to the power of magical research.
But this was also the elves' limit. White Frost's arrival was inevitable and irreversible. It was the sepsis of the universe, and mortals were merely powerless weaklings unable to turn the tide.
But