I change back into myself and get a mouthful of snow. I probably should have timed that better. I stand up and brush myself off. It should be around here somewhere. I pull my hair back. I can hear it's ringing. I bite my lip. I had hoped to never ever hear that call again. Yet, things never really work out for me, ask anyone.

 I feel the biting cold not as much as I feel the song ripping through my own skin. I feel the snow. I reach deep into the snow fighting the cold. I'm not an immortal. I don't think I'd want to be an immortal; it'd get boring soon enough. I summon my glamour. I call upon the roots and maybe potential worms and grubs.

Bring me the chest. Open the chest from the mountain's mouth. I hear the roots bending and the mountain's soil cracking. A grin forms upon my face. Gotcha. I hear the chest being pushed up like a sprout. I see it move out from the snow, just the head. I let out a breath as I pull myself up. I dust myself off. I put my hand on the chest. Immediately a bunch of memories I had long buried start screaming through the door. It was a wave of blood and tears. Of mischief and chaos. Of... her. A time when I was a child raised in the shadows of chaos. I grip my head.

"Ghhh, I'll have to drink forgetful potion later." I grumble.

I open the chest and see the broken pieces of my old childhood toys. Toys made of human parts. Toys I played with unknowingly for a monster. I had no idea where these broken toys came from but now, I know it's from the suffering of others.

"Good, no one's been through here." I say.

So... how did she get out?