ᴄᴏɴᴠɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ;; {naminé&elsa}

         _{So often places were not truly freezing cold nor cold enough to cause much alarm, and even if they were she generally was able to avoid them or at least have the sense to bring something with her to keep her warm. The worlds that she traveled to had a tendency to be warm, or never cold enough to cause her too much trouble no matter how little clothing she wore on her body by chance. Perhaps that had lured her into a false sense of safety and confidence in her abilities to stay away from cold places, but she should have remembered that traveling to new worlds was always a wild card.}

         _{Which explained how she had ended up there, in deep, deep snow that came up to her waist if she was not careful, clad only in her white dress and her blue sandals and she had not had the mind to bring the jacket graciously gifted to her when she had left her room not too very long ago. How silly that was of her, how brainless and thoughtless and she could feel the way that she was paying for that lapse in thought as she trembled and snow fell on her and landed on her shoulders, her hair, her face.}

         _{Unsure and unaware of her surroundings she traveled blindly, trying to rub warmth into her bare arms but her hands were freezing, edging towards frigid and ever closer to becoming completely numb. Already her feet were submerged into the snow as she tried to drag her feet, walking properly a lost cause long ago. How brainless she was indeed.}

                                             _{Snow was indeed beautiful.}

                                                               _{But so, so very deadly.}

                                    _{No one should forget that.}

         _{Cold had settled into her bones deeper and deeper as she walked further and further, and she was not sure if she was walking further into the depths of the storm or towards a place where she could become warm once more. One meant impending death, and the other meant salvation—but there was no telling, not when she could barely keep her eyes open against the barrage of wind and snow and when she was shivering so fiercely that her teeth were chattering. So very cold… so very cold that even if she had brought the jacket that hung on her chair in that room she still would have been freezing, would only be minutely warmer than she was in that moment, trying to struggle her way through the snow. It felt as if the tips of her hair were frozen—though she would not be surprised if they really were.}

         _{Feet dragged more easily and she wondered if the snow was getting more shallow, if that was truly a good thing or not, and she couldn’t quite let herself feel relief quite yet. Not when relief was a warm feeling that blossomed in the chest and warmed the body in a phantom manner that would tease and taunt, and if it turned out not to be something to be relieved about then she would be left colder and more hollow than before. That was not something that she could risk, not when her toes and fingers and arms and face felt numb from the cold and the wind and—}

                  _{Unsteady, she stumbled and staggered to the ground and fell on her side in the snow, shivering harder than she could ever remember shivering in her entire existence. Deep inside she tried to muster up the will to get up and to move, to continue onwards, but she could not bring her muscles to move from where they were already seizing up, she could not bring her bones to twitch to life past their rattling and uncontrollable shaking. No matter how much she willed it there was no way, not a chance, that she would be able to move from that spot.}

                                                      _{To die in a bed of pure, untouched white.}

                                                                        _{How appropriate.}