This potion's transparent liquid has floating in it a sliver of fingernail from a frost giant.
I Drink an Potion of Frost Giant Strength
The cold from the vial numbs my palm, so I drink it quickly. My teeth tingle painfully as the chilly potion washes over them, and the sliver of fingernail drags like a shard of ice down my throat—but the discomfort is well worth it once I feel my muscles surge with strength. I feel mighty enough to cleave a mountain pine in two with one swing of an axe.