Chink...."Not again" Dagr sighed as yet another key snapped in his hands, at least he had gotten the door open before it broke...this time. He pushed his way into the room with a few not so nice words said under his breath and put the now useless shards of metal on Jack's desk, it was technically his key anyway.Dagr plopped down in the middle of the floor to think on the problem, he not only was out of key's now but so was Jack, that wasn't good because he had already gotten the dang thing remade at least five times sense he had gotten back to Orouboros he didn't want to ask or a new one, it was to much of a hassel to hear the 'be more careful' speech again.
As Dagr thought through the problem at hand his eye's drifted around the room he shared with the child like werewolf, you could almost visibly see the line between the two boy's space's. While Jack's was more furnished it was haphazard with random things lying about on his desk, bed, dresser, and floor, Dagr's side was more or less barren except for a (very) large dresser a fluffy rug where the giant slept, and his desk. The only thing that stood out on Dagr's side of the room was the shelf where he kept his most prized possessions, his true ice sculptures.
Dagr was a wrestler he enjoyed it and that's what most of his time and effort was applied to, but before he had joined the wrestling team he soent most of his time sculpting. He would be lying if he said he hadn't enjoyed it and could say that he had been very good at it, he gave a lot of them to the art club to show off but the best one's, the one's that meant something he kept for himself. They were five exquisitely crafted statues, each one he had fussed over for day's before finally declaring them done. Dagr's eyes went from the statues to the key and then back again a quick idea forming in his head, sure he hadn't done it in a long time but he figured he could pull it off after one or two tries.
With a nod to himself Dagr reached over and scooped the broken key off the table, he looked it over slowly, deliberately, marking every detail he could remember in his head. With a final grunt he sat the key down in front of him cupped his hands in front of his mouth, almost like he was trying to warm them up, took a deep breath in and blew. Instantly the room was filled with the sound of an icy wind as the Jotun blew the true ice into existence. He stopped quickly as he didn't want to much ice to work with and sat to work copying down the key pattern as accurately as possible, he got so caught up in his work that he didn't realize he was humming an old song his father would sing.