you had gotten lost, somewhere between the trees and boulders littering this maze of a forest. A winter's trek was a bad idea for you, as you were now almost freezing, the cold eating away at your skin--when suddenly, as if some miracle had befallen you, you saw her. right past a clearing, atop a distant hill, you saw her; gliding across the ground as if she were psychic, a bright, cold glow emanating from her. Wherever she went, the ground beneath her turned to ice, even plants and flowers frosting over in her wake. She sung a song--a haunting, sorrowful melody as her sans-pupil eyes were downcast, a plume of cold breath emanating from her lips with each word. You had just begun to step closer when a twig snapped under her feet, and she turned her head in your direction at lightning speed, staring wildly and fervently.