Well this sucked. The tundra was easily at below freezing temperature, but the winds that were blowing were even colder. And across the wide open tundra, a solitary figure took long purposeful strides, leaving a a set of tracks that was quickly blown away by the howling winds. Hours passed as night slowly shifted to day.
The figure in question was extremely warmly dressed, bundled up tightly. The only thing that showed was his dark blue eyes. He passed by the occasional tree, and as he passed one in particular, he looked at the ground, and noticed a trail of blood leading up to another tree with a person sized ice crystal next to it. The figure walked up to the ice and brushed off a thin layer of snow that had accumulated on the crystal.
Inside was a girl, frozen into a sleeping position. He puzzled at how she might have gotten entombed within ice, but it looked like she was injured, and the man removed his gloves, and placed a hand on the crystal. A stream of warm water began to flow over the ice, with the intent of thawing it.