A blast of cold air erupts from your hands.

A creature killed by this spell becomes a frozen statue until it thaws.

With a final twirl, a furious whirlwind unfurls from your hand. Ice shards and snowflakes spiral in widening circles, freezing the air. Your hand tingles, skin pales, but the chill you endure pales before the frosty onslaught unleashed upon your foes.

I Cast Cone of Cold
Repeated incantations have etched simplicity into my tongue, yet the somatic dance consumes me. I mold the crystal's form in my mind, feeling the sting and freeze resonate in my hands. The cone takes shape, blue-white frost curling. It erupts, a deadly fan reaching sixty feet. Exhausted, exhilarated, the aftermath of potent magic lingers.