It was a cold winter day, even though the sun was bright and just starting to rise. The snow was falling slowly. It was always snowing for her. It followed her everywhere. The stream she was crossing froze underneath her feet as she walked over it, only to return to water once she had taken another step. When she reached the land on the other side, it was as if she had never even crossed it.
The ground crunched beneath her metal boots, freezing on contact with them even deeper than they had already been frozen. She had no real intent on going anywhere specific, or accomplishing anything right now. Winter was just walking, as she always had, through the tundras, looking for a purpose.
Her black armor clanked as she walked, the enchanted ice that froze it over cold to the touch, but she was used to it by now. As she passed different animals, they looked upon the metal skulls that were adorned on her armor, their glowing eyes of ice staring out at them, and ran away in fear. Her blade was in her hand, fashioned of the same metal and ice that her armor was. The flurry of snow and ice that stayed perfectly around the blade made the air even colder than it would have been.
She passed Hyoite a while back, but she had no idea how long it had actually been. She had no need to know about the time. She would wander forever, regardless. She needed neither food nor drink, rest nor sleep. Such were the benefits of being undead.
Soon, the sound of footsteps on the snow covered ground could be heard. As it got louder and louder, Winter tightened her grip on her blade, preparing for whatever may be coming her way.
