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"I've seen this before."
Iolaus leaned on the railing and stared at the floating chunks of ice. "Uh-huh."
"No. Really. I have."
"Where?"
"Norseland."
Iolaus frowned. "They have seas of ice there? This their idea of a curse, then? What'd you do to piss them off?"
"I didn't do anything," Hercules said, annoyed at the whine that crept into his voice. "Besides, I don't think this has anything to do with that."
"Why?"
"Persephone decided to visit Hades a month early."
Iolaus sighed. "So we get to deal with giant ice cubes along with your standard sea serpents."
Hercules shrugged. "Look at it this way. At least we'll have cool breezes to Egypt."