Skirnir watched the others create lands to suit their needs, he had his avatar, his titan. Now he would make his home, with all his divinity he willed the seafloor below to rise to form a harsh and unforgiving landscape. Next was the climate, his people would need to be able to endure, to rely on force and steadfastness to survive. The winds grew cold and the ground began to freeze, the Warchanter was pleased, this was where he would dwell, his frozen domain.