Snow, you don't remember the last time you stepped outside without it hitting yor face in its relentless fury, but now...now it feels different. You don't feel cold anymore. Probably because the blood loss is numbing your senses, but this isn't that bad. You are dying in battle, like a real warrior, and you even managed to take down a view of those icy bastards, so, you can't feel too dissapointed. You earned your rightful place among legends, the doors to Valhalla are opening to you. However, as you're about to close your eyes for one final time you are suddendly hit by a punch that could break mountains, your eyes are snapped back open, and you see your old childhood friend Alajoki, who just, literally, punched some life back into you.

"YOU MORON!! Don't you dare die on me, we promised eachother we'd go to Valhalla togheter, death has not earned you yet!"