In the endless ice and snow, the only non-white spaceship was quietly moored on the unknown thickness of the ice, and Greer and Thor, who were shivering from the cold, sat on the top of the spacecraft with their backs to each other, hanging their heads listlessly, really not wanting to look at the ice and snow in their eyes.

The two of them had nothing to do, even if they entered the spaceship and bathed in the air conditioner, they couldn't feel a little warmth, obviously the cold came from the heart, so the two of them simply sat on the top of the spaceship, trying to think about what other methods had not been tried.

Thor tried to fly upwards, crashing through seventeen or eighteen layers of frozen clouds in a row, until Stark's craft had almost run out of fuel, and the clouds were still frozen overhead. Grell also tried to enter the mirror space, but the cold was still with him, and it flew in all directions, and it was also a boundless ice and snow, and there was no second color in sight.

After such a toss, Grell and Thor verified one thing, they should be trapped in a fantasy or dream, as for when they were trapped, Grell guessed that it was when the spaceship landed and opened the door. Because the cold entangled Grell and Thor from that moment, but the two of them didn't feel any sense at all, and the transition from reality to dream was completely seamless.

The two of them, who were half frozen to death, worked hard for most of the day, and they figured out the causes, but they couldn't start with the consequences, so they replaced them with visible enemies, no matter how strong they were, even if it was Thanos, the two of them could fight with each other, but this ethereal illusion or dream... No one has any experience and doesn't understand it at all, how can you do it?

"My head hurts, my head hurts!" Grell couldn't stop scratching his head, his brain was about to explode, and he didn't come up with any practical solution, even though he knew that the cold was not real, but... It's still cold, it's so cold that my limbs are numb, and if I continue like this, I'll really freeze to death.

"Niflheim, Niforheim..."Thor kept repeating 'Niforheim' like a repeater, as if trying to recall more about Niforheim, but judging from the fact that the two of them were still sitting still, it was clear that the 'repeater' method was not very reliable.

"Don't talk about it if Thor can't think of it, my head hurts." Grell said weakly, his upper and lower teeth fighting.

"Do you have a better way?"

"Nope."

“... Niforheim, Niforheim..."

"But I think about the problem that if it's not a fantasy, it's a dream, no matter what we do, it's useless, because it's just what we imagine in our minds, and we don't put it into action at all." Grell came up with a new speculation.

In reality, the two of them may be lying in a spaceship, not transforming into Kamen Riders at all, not summoning water space, not entering mirror space, everything is just what Grell thinks, so they can't get rid of the cold. But this is not Inception, the method of waking up from falling is completely unapplicable here, and Thor and Grell also tried it as a live horse doctor, but it didn't work at all.

Thor stopped repeating, turned his head, looked at Grell and said, "That's... How do I wake up? ”

"I don't know."

“... Niforheim, Niforheim..."

"But I think we should think backwards, there must be something or magic array in the place where the ship is docked, let us enter the dream realm, destroy her, don't we wake up?" The more Greer talked, the more he felt that this method was reliable, and he couldn't think of any other way for the time being.

Thor, who was languished by the cold, suddenly came to his senses, stood up, and the huge strong man was curled up by the cold, and said in a trembling voice: "But we are in a dream, how can it affect the real world?" ”

"That's what we're going to solve," Grell couldn't sit still, and stood up, arms crossed, walking back and forth on top of the ship, as if trying to get a little warmth from this. There was no frost on the two of them, and their faces were quite ruddy, but they felt cold to death.

Time passed little by little, Grell and Thor felt that the cold had penetrated into their hearts and spleens, obviously their bodies were warm, but their limbs were stiff and almost numb,

"You... Occur... Finish... Is it? Thor's whole body was a ball, even if he knew that it was useless, but he still subconsciously shrunk his body tightly, and the shape of Grell next to him was not too much, but he was thin, and the group was not as round as Thor.

He also said in a trembling tone: "Subconsciously... The thoughts that are too strong in the dream can make the body move, lightning... Thor with your electricity... We must be lying in a spaceship, blowing up the spaceship with lightning, we must be able to cause an impact on the surroundings, maybe we can see something, this is... At last... The last thing that came to mind. ”

Grayer, who was lying on the top of the spaceship, spoke in a smaller and smaller voice, and the extreme cold made every cell in his body think of sleeping, his consciousness gradually blurred, his eyes blackened for a while, and his strength was passing. At this time, Grell finally understood what this cold dream was for, no matter how big and strong Jörmungade's body was, as long as he couldn't get rid of this cold, his brain would give instructions to put his body to sleep on its own, it was really a useful method, simple and effective...

In the cold of equality of all beings, Thor also can't support it, and his firm belief has no effect here, it can't stop the slowly stalling brain at all, and the thinking that can be done is decreasing, and only one thought is 'lightning'. But there is only a slight electric spark at the fingertips, which is already a great progress, the former Thor, leaving Thor's hammer, but he can't even get the slightest spark, but for the current situation, this spark is a drop in the bucket.

"Lightning... Lightning..."Thor muttered these two words again on the incarnate repeater, but his voice fell little by little until he could no longer hear them, and the last thought in Thor's mind before closing his eyes was, "I can't do it." ”

"Thor, are you the god of hammers?" A rather familiar voice suddenly sounded in Thor's ears, not loud, but as loud as a bell, so that Thor suddenly opened his eyes, and what caught his eyes was the stars and the high-rise buildings with bright lights, and in the distance was an endless sea, an ice-cast bridge extending from the city to the deep sea, and a golden house at the end of the ice bridge could be vaguely seen...

"Asgard? Asgard! Thor whispered the word over and over again, two lines of tears streaming down his face and dripping onto the dark gold metal floor carved with countless fine lines.

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