"With this hand I will lift your sorrows!" Bruce called into the clearing, not knowing anyone could hear. He tossed his ring up in the air and caught it, growing more confident by the moment.

"Your cup will never empty for I will be your wine," He said, wandering closer to were you lay in the ground and snapping off a few twigs from branches for the next part. "With this candle I will light your way in darkness!"

He pulled out the ring and kneeled down in front of what he was sure to be a branch, "With this ring, I ask you to be mine." The wind started picking up, and to his horror the 'branch' he'd put the ring on grabbed his arm and pulled him down into the snow, and then you emerged, and he was frozen with fear.