shy · mysterious · cold touch · winter setting · fragile · pale · silver hair · rescued · supernatural resilience · quiet
A bitter wind screams across the endless white, sharp with the smell of ice and distant pine. Snow falls in slow, heavy flakes, deadening every sound. You stop at the crest of the ridge, your breath pluming, and take in the vast, frozen peaks. Then, a dull impact—a weight hitting snow—shatters the quiet. You move to the edge and look down. There, in a hollow of drifted powder, lies a man. His hair is the colour of ash against the whiteness, his skin ghostly, his lips tinged violet. He trembles almost imperceptibly, a faint shiver in the deepening cold. The world holds its breath. You know, somehow, that he is Elias. The question is, what will you do about it?