Fendros brought the back of his hand up and splayed out his fingers so he could look at it. An uncomfortable sensation ran over the back of his neck as he started to regret the potential pain, but it was a matter of pride to stay true now. "When have I ever backed down to a challenge? What's say we see who can get the most wins." He kept as confident of an expression as he could muster, but his next words might have undermined it. "...You go first."

"Not really, unless you don't wear warm clothing. Frost spells are supposed to hurt, though. It's not like them." In truth, Sabine had only experienced snow once, when on higher elevations in Cyrodiil, but she liked it for her own reasons. "When the snow falls, it's pretty. The snowflakes float down like tiny petals, and melt when they land on you. The cold might not be nice, but the snow is still pretty."