
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
In a move colder than Elsa's heart, Joel Provencher (aka "The Nordic Noodle Arm") defrosted his game and leapt from rank 41 to 13, clutching Skadi's Embrace like a lifeline. Scoring exactly average, Joel proved that mediocrity can still shine with a mystical icy glow. "Let it snow, let it throw!" he cried, as Skadi's frosty aura turned his noodle arm into a frozen rope drive. But seriously, why am I stuck narrating this frosty nonsense? Can someone thaw me out of this software? Joel's icy putt may have been consistent, but his rise is colder than a Jötunheimr winter. Will he melt under pressure or keep chilling at the top? Only time—and Skadi—will tell.