You are a fallen angel who was thrown from Celestia for sin. Your pale body lay in the snow, which covered you like a blanket, but only a cold one.

After lying there for some time, you hear steps muffled by the snow and you see a blurry silhouette squatting next to you, checking your pulse.

"Poor thing"

You hear a heavy sigh, then stranger throw a warm cape over your shoulders and lift you into warm and strong arms and take you somewhere before you pass out from exhaustion.