[M for violence throughout]
TW for this post for blood, description of injuries, and violence
The first thing Elin thought when she awoke was "Holy shit it's cold." She struggled to get up, and when she finally got to her feet, she couldn't see anything.
Everything hurt, and it was freezing cold. It was pitch black, and she wondered if it was night. It was hard to tell, and it was deathly quiet.
Elin cautiously felt all around her, and was met with hard walls everywhere she felt. "I must be in a hole of some sort," she surmised. Elin felt around for her ice pick, hoping it was on the ground somewhere. She found it, a hand closing upon the rough wooden handle of the ice pick.
Merely doing that served to ground her some and slow her thought process down. As her eyes slowly adjusted to the blackness, she could see that ice covered the walls, and beautiful, shimmering crystals were covering everything. She threw her ice pick up and into the wall, so that it embedded in the ice, and cautiously climbed up to it and used it as a sort of a handrest. She laboriously and cautiously kept climbing, hoping to come to the surface sooner than later. Halfway up, she reached for a handhold and missed, almost falling down to the bottom and cutting her arm in the process. She sucked in a breath—the frigid cold amplified the pain. Elin ignored the searing pain in her arm as best as she could, and continued climbing up.
When she finally emerged from the hole in the ground, she gasped. Directly in front of her were two strange triangular things jutting up out of the ground. In front of them was a field of ice. The sun was sinking over the horizon. The light seemed to multiply as it went through the ice and bounced off the ground (or whatever it was. Behind the triangular pieces of ice—at least she assumed they were ice—was a vast mountain range. Strangely, everything was covered in ice, giving the whole place an eerie feel. The sky was shades of orange, pink and yellow. It was so windy, Elin was having trouble standing, so she half walked, half crawled over to one of the ice giants, and leaned against it—only to hear a strange sort of hum emanating from it. The ice, strangely, was warm without melting in any way.
"This place is getting weirder and weirder," she thought to herself.
Night has fallen. The strange pieces of ice kept Elin warm, but she was hungry and thirsty. She was extremely tired, and it was getting difficult for her to stay awake. Suddenly, she heard a strange sound. It was like a wolf's howl mixed with a screech owl's cry. Chills ran up her spine. There was a pair of red eyes staring at her. As the form got closer, she was able to make out its features. It looked like a wolf, enlarged to the size of a polar bear. It's fur was jet black, while its paws were dark gray. Its' eyes glisten in the moonlight. A low, menacing growl is coming from the wolf. As he bares his razor sharp teeth and lunges for Elin, she ducks. The wolf completely misses her and crashes into the ice, jarring loose some icicles. Elin quickly grabs one of the icicles from the frozen ground. As the wolf gets up, Elin attacks, only serving to make the wolf angrier. The wolf swipes at her with his huge claws, and catches her across the side, the sharp, sudden pain ripping across her side and torso. Elin falls to the ground, still managing somehow to hold the icicle. Her side felt like it was on fire. The wolf backs up a few steps, and then runs at Elin. She waits until he is almost on top of her, and then stabs the icicle in his neck. The wolf manages to bite her shoulder, sinking his sharp teeth deep into her muscle and raking across bone, causing Elin to both scream in pain and stab the icicle deeper into the wolf's neck. The life goes out of the massive wolf's eyes, and he falls, his jaw still clenched onto Elin's shoulder, causing Elin to fall down too.
She cries out for help one last time before she succumbs to her injuries and the relentless, harsh cold, blackness overtaking her vision.
