She was cold.

Unbelievably, utterly cold. Freezing, actually.

She shivered. Her fingers were numb. In her reflection in the ice next to her, she looked pale and her lips were blue.

She would die soon if someone didn't get her out. That was the only thought on her mind.

Everything else was blanked out. She couldn't remember her name. She could barely even remember how to breath.

Her stomach ached. She was hungry. Hungry, tired and cold.

But most of all, she was cold.