Prompt
handheld device filming,The ice giant is waking up. Its massive head had long ago frozen into the glacier, blending into the harsh landscape. But now, deep beneath the ice, something is stirring. There is a crackling sound, and its colossal arms slowly break free, clawed fingers of ice and stone piercing through layers of frost-covered rock. His rib formations grind against each other, sharp cracks spread through the air, and frozen dust and shards of permafrost cascade down his body. His muscles, chiseled from solid ice and covered in veins of stone, groan from the strain, and cracks spread across the glacier. As he rises to his feet, massive chunks of ice crumble from his shoulders and fall into the water. The water ripples violently as the frozen debris crashes into its surface and icy waves crash against the shore. His broad chest is covered in dark blue cracks, pulsing with an eerie frosty glow. His torso tenses, tearing away the last blocks of ice clinging to his back. His massive legs, thick as glaciers, rest against the tundra, lending stability to his towering figure. Cold mist billows around him as he straightens up, and each movement makes the air shudder with deep, rumbling groans of shifting ice. With one last mighty jerk, he throws off the last remnants of his frozen prison and stands before us in all his splendor