A Veil Left in a Frozen Plain Part 1

Once again I found myself trying to improve my English writing skills by using Robert E. Howard’s Sword and sorcery work. I just want to make clear that I do not own any copyright and that the following is just an exercise in which I took Howard’s tale The Frost Giant's Daughter and narrated it from my perspective, inventing very little. I would really love to receive any feedback you can give me, guys! Thanks for reading my text!

There is a brooding silence all around the snowfield. A frosty, silvery landscape, once charming but now darkened with a gloomy atmosphere, filled with mutilated red-haired corpses everywhere. In that limitless, white plain, two figures stand upright; both are mighty warriors built powerfully as fierce gladiators, forged in the slaughter of battle. Both escaped many times from the deathly embrace of the Reaper, being skilled slayers themselves. The black-haired one is shieldless and holds a huge aquilonian broadsword: his name is Conan, a barbarian who has come from a mythical far away northern country, called Cimmeria. He stands with his feet planted in the snow like an iron statue, ignoring the growing unsettledness due to the fighting. Beardless, inscrutable in his black cloak and cold as snow itself, he glares with his wolfish blue eyes at the other figure right in front of him, Heimdul of the red hair. Heimdul is also shieldless, yet armoured with a mailed corselet and holds in his hands a sharpened long axe. His locks of beard are red just like his hair, red as an early and naked dawn emerging on the snow. Shaking his head like a lion might shake his mane, with a roar Heimdul slowly starts speaking to Conan....