It was cold. Very, very cold. You were in the dead middle of a snow-covered forest, the moon high and full in the sky, making all the snowfall glow and hurt your eyes. Your dough felt like ice, and you already had an inch of snow on your back. It was hard to see, and everything ached horribly. After a bit of trudging through the forest- in search of a village or shelter, with no results- you couldn’t bare it anymore. You collapsed, the snow quickly covered you, and just before it all went dark… you felt a blanket on your back. A figure stood behind you, one of pale dough and light blue colors, was Frost Queen Cookie.