White Winter Hymnal

The snow and ice whips against your face, almost feeling like tiny razors against your skin. It's hard to see, but you squint your eyes and trudge onward against the heavy ice. You spot a lioness in the distance, her eyes cold and frozen like the wastelands around you. She turns her head towards you, and in a flash she seems to be swept away by the icy winds and she reappears by your side. Her breath is chilling against your fur, and you shiver. She starts to walk slowly ahead, the torrent of snow parting in front of her. You follow, and she leads you to the outskirts of the tundra. You ask her for her name, anything, to thank her. Her mouth opens, and a blast of chilled air comes forth. "I would prefer you forget me. This is my land, and you did not belong here. Go back home." Her eyes narrow and they glow an icy blue, almost as if she is made of the same icy essence the land around you is made of. You nod slowly and quickly make your way home, leaving the frozen land behind you.