you weren't supposed to go into the forest. but you did.

and now you paid the price.

snow blanketed the grounds and you were practically wading in it, squinting as your skin stung from the harsh and bitter storm.

you figured this was it. you were going to die here. and when a spectral figure of a man as pale as ice approached you, you were sure you'd gone mad with hypothermia.

"are you cold, darling?"

despite the term of endearment his words were as cold as a snap of winter winds,