Winter in any nation was...hard. It was the unforgiving and cruel side of mother nature that, while most accept and live with it, ends up taking more lives then could be counted. Crops can't grow, the rabbits hide away, and frost bite is more then willing to play around, a total mess of a season.

Wandering around the forest was a challenge. Your legs just wanted to give up, to just lie there until the cold takes you back to the ground, but your mind was telling you to keep moving. A conflict, to say. Of course this game of fight came to an end quite quickly, and your legs won. The snow felt like a pillow, protecting you from the ground beneath you and providing a sense of comfort, a place to rest until the time came to go away forever.

However....maybe that wasn't the perfect fate.

From afar, the sound of snow crunching sounded like a church bell in a small town. Hope, small hope, but also anxiety. And not long after, the crunching just...stopped. and it was quiet again, and as quickly as it came that same hope faded.

"..What a pitiful little thing you are, hm?"

A woman said with a hint of amusement, crouching down and patting your head to get your attention on her. She was dressed in a dark cloak, it hid her face perfectly.

"...I hope you aren't dead.."

she teased a bit while covering your body more with whatever clothes you had on.