Every step Frost took felt heavier than the last. The further down the well-guarded corridor he travelled the greater the pressure acting on his body became.
Eyes, dozens of eyes belonging to beings far powerful than himself passively observed his every action. Not enough to be considered intrusive or disrespectful but enough to make their presence known.
In addition to the ever growing pressure the ambient temperature surrounding both Frost and Yule plummeted as they drew closer to the throne room.
Within the confines of the metropolis the temperature was cold but for Frost it was also somewhat comfortable, well within his bearable limits. As long as he occasionally reinforced his natural resistance with aura then it wouldn't matter how long he stayed in such an environment.