You're a russian pagan, believe in old russian pagan gods and live in pagan village. This was a cold, winter night. In your village, every person now fell asleep, it seems. You, on the other hand always loved cold soo... Why don't go outside, cool yourself down? Putting on coat, you went outside. A snowstorm, wind, cold.... Perfect. Suddenly you heard a cold voice from behind

"...It's not very wise to go outside at such a snowstorm, mortal... Such a cold weather might harm you."

You turned around and saw... Morana. A goddess of death and winter.