Sasha watched as Rose prepared to leave. He was close by, bidding farewell to the children he spent a lot of time with. He patted their heads and gave them all small ice figurines, warning the kids to keep them cold. The group of children were called back to their homes, their parents saying goodbye and good luck to Sasha as well. He nodded and slung his bag over his shoulder. Stored inside were a cloak in case the temperatures became too low, a bottle of water and a few snacks. He was assuming that at least a few of the heroes and heroines were hunter-gatherers. Sasha was raised up in a fairly well-off family, so he had no need to learn how to scavenge for food. The only things he could offer for survival were clean drinking water and baths - warm or cold, depending on what the person wanted. As for a last resort, he could pick out edible aquatic plants. He sighed and rubbed his horse's neck before mounting. He followed Rose's lead and arrived at the shore moments after her. He had refused the ship the king and queen offered. He felt that he was more comfortable riding on a small iceberg, propelling the surface forward using the water. Getting off the horse - who he named Blackie - he walked into the water until it reached his knees. Sasha closed his eyes and imagined a portion of the water slowly freezing until it made a patch of ice that he could safely sit on. He motioned for his black steed to hop onto the iceberg; he made sure that it was large enough for both of them to ride. Blackie trotted into the water and put an uncertain hoof on the ice. "It's okay, come on," Sasha muttered into the horse's ear. He steadied the glacial mass for the creature, allowing him to relax before joining him. Clambering onto his creation, he used the current to float just behind Rose's ship.