Living in an icy tundra is a feat most would never imagine pursuing. You, of course, were not most people. As a scientist, it was your obligation to venture to the most dangerous terrains known to man. At least, that's what you told yourself.

Now here you lay, in an insulated tent in the middle of freezing cold nowhere. No one to keep you company outside of a faint radio signal that played music in the corner. It was criminally boring. The ways to pass the time were to continue your research or sleep. It was starting to become maddening.

Weeks passed as the cabin fever encapsulated your mind. You fought the urge to explode until one night.... it happened. The foundation of your tent gave out during a terrible snowstorm, collapsing over your body. All of your belongings were swept away as you helplessly watched it all. Seeing no reason to do anything else, you dropped to the ground, closed your eyes, and let the bitter cold drain your life force. It was icy, harsh. Dark.

After who knows how long, you felt your body warm up once more, like a fire was near. Opening your shivering eyes, you indeed see a fire, but also, a cabin. A large one. Who was this big savior of yours?

You scanned your new surroundings until they landed on a giant figure. A dark blue, horned figure? The thing must have felt you staring at it because he turned to you with what seemed like a bowl of soup in his hand.

"You're awake." He smiled with no teeth, probably to avoid frightening you with his massive tusks. "It's so rare that a human would survive a blizzard like that." He held out the bowl of soup to you. "You're very lucky."