Frozen Climates can Kill

This is the story I've been working on for school. We challenged ourselves to write about adventures in a frozen climate. It's about two 'animals rescuers or vets' of sorts, they're doing a 'mission' on animals that live in a freezing climate, I couldn't find a way to portray the character the way I wanted. It's incredibly short, also quite rushed and unedited. This is honestly the worst quality writing I think I've done in years, I'm not proud of it at all. But anyways, tell me what you think and anyway I could improve.
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Dramatic sweeps of ice rushing in breathtaking curves. Curling around melting rivers in impossible arcs.

It’s beautiful, to say the least. So unbelievable that words fail me. It seems worlds apart from anything I’ve ever seen in my entire life. So alien, so piercingly cold, so stupefying. Wavy landscapes littered with high peaks and low dents. Everything coming together to form this perfectly imperfect planet of staggering ice. So alluring and captive, pulling everything in and correcting its flaws. I stand, breathless staring over the landscape below me. I’m awestruck, a look of pure admiration on my face.

“So the resident grump has finally found something he likes,” A jovial voice says from behind me.

I scowl and stalk off, hands in my pockets. The man behind me just laughs and follows.

Comfortable silence envelopes us,

“So what’s so special about this polar bear?” I ask, professionalism lacing my voice.

“She’s recently been abandoned by her mother, she’s also experiencing some trauma with all the ice melting”

His face turns serious, wiped the smile. We continue to walk,

“Did she fall in or something?”

“Yeah, we found her dripping wet and in an almost in hypothermic shock” His eyes are downcast.

He must really sympathise with the bear, “Well she’s in good hands now!” He exclaims excitedly. I scoff,

my breath rising in clouds.

“Of course she is, our team is the best of the best” I mutter

“Awww, do you actually think that we're a team?” He teases

“What?! No! Shut up!” I huff. His seal bark laugh echoing across the open plane.

They walk in companionable silence.

A high pitched wail breaks their lazy small talk.

“What the hell was that?!” I yell

“I’m not sure,” He replies, already sprinting toward the sound. I’m immediately behind him.

Our bodies reacting before our brains. I see high spikes of ice surrounding a small area like a cage,

he carefully removes a small portion of it to get inside. He slips through the window and out of sight.

“It's a baby seal!” He yells from the depth of the ice prison “It’s trapped under some fallen ice”

I can hear him shifting around and talking to the animal in hushed tones.

There's a rumble, a low sound that would go unnoticed to the untrained ear. My heart leaps out of my chest.

“WATCH OUT!” I yell, he turns around his eyes wide with shock. I grab his arm and pull.

Thousands of icicles rained upon his friend skimming off his arms. I

somehow manage to pull him through the small hole. He rolls over on the ice, revealing

a small baby seal in his arms, a huge grin on his stupid face.

“You idiot” I scoff, secretly happy he didn’t die.

“Well, that was interesting,” He said, sitting up and cradling the small animal. I hold out one hand and yank

him off the ground.

“Thanks” He laughs, awkwardly, his free hand running through his hair. The seal is silent,

probably shocked by the ordeal

“Are you hurt?” I say, scowling.

“Nope!” He exclaims.

“What about the seal?”

“We’ll see when we get back, but from what I can see no serious inquiries”

“That was really stupid, going in there without checking the condition of the ice”

“I know,” He says sheepishly. I scoff once again, and grab his wrist, pulling him forward. We

continue to walk back. Those two idiots were really lucky to make it out of
that situation without serious injuries.