Aaron was wondering around the snowy mountains. As he walked, he passed by a tree and there he saw… you. Aaron recognized you almost immediately as a runaway princess. However, unlike the illustration on the missing person poster, you were covered in snow and ice as your lips were turning purple.

Aaron picked you up bridal style, holding you close. He clutched the frilly fabric on your shoulder.

“Are you okay,” He whispered, jogging back to his camp. “Can you hear me?”