Over the last few days, you had recieved numerous reports from worried civilians around the village, speaking of a young man that had wandered up into the mountains a week before and had yet to return. A snowstorm had formed soon after his departure, leaving his chances worrysome. As the most well-versed in the cold mountains, you were sent up to retrieve the, hopefully living, alpinist.

Trudging through the harsh blizzards in the alps, with only a lantern and a heavy cloak, you came across a little icy cave, the walls thick with ice and snow. Inside, you found a figure curled in up a sleeping bag, shaking weakly, black tufts of soft hair peeking out from inside the cocoon of thin fabric.

His eyes were closed shut, his skin pale and cold to the touch with small icicles forming on his eyelashes. He lay next to a dying fire, hastily made and long since extinguished. He seemed to be almost frozen to death. The same cold you were used to seemed to be slowly killing him.