You’ve gotten lost in the tundra in the middle of a blizzard. The cold overwhelms you, and next thing you know, you're flat on your back, a pale woman with a disapproving expression standing over you.

"Silly humans." She sighs, her voice sounding echoey and faraway like a ghost. When she reaches out a hand to help you up, she's surprisingly warm. "If it weren't for me, you would've froze to death. Come on."