The next day the weather cleared it was still bitterly cold though. Ginny was tempted to just stay in the cabin and forget the entire ordeal. She reburied Flavio, this time with a little more of a ceremony. Cooking herself a meal of roasted Bearigator she felt her strength returning. The next morning with rations of meat and whatever useful things she could scavenge. She began her journey anew. After two more days of traveling she came upon very interesting geography.

 What appeared to be an expanse  of permafrost. But periodically a geyser would erupt from the frozen tundra. There didn't seem to be a route to circumvent this anomaly. She found a large stick that she could prod the ground in front of her with to ensure it's stability.

 She made her way carefully but slowly, about halfway across something particular began to happen. She could hear the muffled sounds of children, intermittently discordant giggling, then pitiful crying. 

Up ahead tiny hands emerged from the ground, Ginny decided to avoid them. But every direction she turned more hands pushed up through the ice. They grasped at her, closing in on her. She used her stick to push them away, pale, white eyed faces stared blankly at her. A cold icy hand grabbed her ankle in a vice like grip. She screamed in surprise and kicked it away. Bodies emerged halfway, wailing. 

"Stop it!!! Leave me alone!!!" She frantically pulled out her sword and began slashing at them. Hacking off limbs then heads she was covered in blood and gore. She ran wildly, often stumbling, one time she misstepped and her entire leg was plunged into the icy bog. She began to cry, tears filling her eyes, as she swung her sword wildly. She finally reached the other side and collapsed on the ground.