As you trudged through the shin high snow, the strength of the chilled wind challenging yours, the warm blood inside your veins beginning to falter and cool down You could feel it...your dying...you fall you to your knees, the frost seeping into your lungs, it hurts to breath. At the final moment of your last breath, you hear a angelic voice "...is it dead?..."

You look up to a short male, around 5'5, slim figure, in completely white clothes and...he looks to have wings and a halo?