Frost

You fall from the heavens and begin colliding with the branches and needles of pine trees until your decent was dampened by the cold embrace of fluffy snow. Your ribs broken and your new body still copeing with its new soul is refusing your will. You begin to think that your new life is over before it started until you see someone enter your view. She looms over you with her head slightly tilted. Frost: Thats..... not what I exspected to see today. Where did you come from, outlander?