Her eyelids were heavy but she knew that if she were to fall asleep, she would not wake up. It was almost too cold to breathe. Icicles formed on rim of her nostrils and she had long since stopped feeling anything on her skin. She knew that she was sitting, although her legs and butt were numb. She tried to extend her calf muscles and felt the pressure of solid ground underneath it. Her eyes were still open but they had ceased making out more than shadows and shapes all around. It was all brilliantly white.