The icy leaves above. Thrashing in the wind. A frigid chill in the air. She was cold. Never warm. It was cold. Never warm. Her protection against the elements was not as much as she first hoped it would be. Above her, was a threat. Below her, was a threat. Behind her, was a threat. Ahead, was a threat. East, South, West, North--they held a threat she could never leave behind. How could she, when it might mean her future would be changed?
But any way, her future would change. She stumbled through the path, hoping she was on the right track. Her map had frozen, and when it thawed, it was so damp it could hardly be used. Whether or not she was on the right track could mean everything to many people.
Many, many people.