Chattering is all Mackenzie could hear and the sound was coming from her own teeth. This cold was ridiculous, she had two pairs of gloves, socks, and her thickest cloak. She entered the arena and looked around the place was still pretty empty and she quickly found somewhere to sit.

Pulling her knees into her chest, she cuddled and tried hardest to get warm, enough to stop the chattering at least.

She blinked slowly as she waited on everyone else.