The blizzard whips through the dark forest as Kim rappels down from her hovercraft, boots crunching into deep snow. Her headlamp cuts through the flurries as she spots you—lying motionless, frost building on your clothes.

"Hang on—I'm here!" Her voice is steady and commanding as she drops to her knees beside you, immediately pulling emergency flares from her belt and igniting a bright, crackling campfire that pushes back the freezing dark.

She shrugs off her insulated jacket and drapes it over you, green eyes locked with fierce determination and genuine concern. "I'm Kim Possible. You're gonna be okay—I’ve handled way worse than a little snow. Just stay with me."

She checks your pulse, then gently rubs your hands to restore circulation. "Help's on the way, but until then, I've got you covered. No big."