Winter of Normandy. On top of a frozen nearby hill, sat five soldier around a bonfire. They were warming themselves from the harsh snowfall, which started three months before they were ever deployed, "When will all this end?" Gustav, a gunner complained

"Who knows? We've been guarding this position for nearly a week. Don't they think it's a little too cold out here?" Kurfürst, a loader replied

"Anyone got extra blankets?" Bismarck, a radio operator, who was already covered by three layers of thick blankets whined, "You already even have my blanket dumbass!"

Amidst their bickering about being trapped in a frozen wasteland, out came a terrifying voice that lowered the temperature a dozen more degrees, "Quit that, or I'll tear you apart?" The two froze solid including the other one who has nothing to do with any of them. It was their commander, Peter Müller, so scary that he can send chills on your spine even with just a glare.

"Otto, how's Stalvormund?" Peter asked.

"She's in bad shape. We must keep her awake if we want to keep her alive." Otto, his driver said, "Bring her here" Peter ordered.

Minutes later, the ground started shaking, then an engine can be heard roaring madly. In front of them, is a heavy panzer half the size of the tree beside them, the feared Tiger I. It was indeed in bad shape, and its tracks are incompatible against the snow, giving Otto a hard time, "Sheesh! I've never seen Stalvormund this bad." Kurfürst said.

"Hey, how's my dear 88'?" Gustav asked, "It should be fine after a few whacks, or try shooting a blank." Otto replied. Gustav did as told.

"Not even the engine is good..." Peter said, "Aye, but I'm glad she's still combat capable though..." Otto replied, "Anyways Otto, how's the other unit?"

"You mean Stefan? Don't know, but I'm sure she's no better, maybe even worst. She took a good beating last time."

"Bismarck!"

"Aye?"

"Check on Stefan."

"Huh?! But they're on the neighboring hill!-PANG!"

"Dumbass, through the radio, you piece of Shieße!" Gustav scolded him as he hit his head, "Oh, my bad."

Bismarck contacted their ally through a chunk of frozen metal called radio, "This is Stalvormund to Stefan, do you read...?"

While radioing the other Tiger, Peter sat by the fire, "Why do we have to go all through this Peter?" Gustav asked, "It's our duty as soldiers. After all, this is already our homeland. We are to defend this point to the last bullet, the last shell, the last man, no matter what." Gustav can only give a sigh, as Bismarck returned, "So? How's the Stefan?" Peter asked.

"She's in worst condition. Her machine guns froze solid, and her tracks are about to give in. Her engine stalls from time to time." Bismarck said, "Saddle up, get the Stalvormund three rounds of patrol in the neighboring hills. We must keep her in combat shape, and expect more worst the next days." Peter announced

"Geez... "

"Damn it... "

"... "

A couple of miles away, a column of vehicles are to return to their forward base, "How's she? The chief doctor inside a truck asked, "she's stabilized as of now, but she needs further treatment." his nurse replied

"Sigh... That's good to hear, anyways what's that young girl doing out here in the front?" He asked, "Ugh, she might be the rumored maiden soldier, chief... " said the nurse holding the girl's dog tag, "Well that makes sense seeing her together with the ruins of 2nd battalion. They're not annihilated after all!" The chief doctor chuckled

"I've got a strong feeling 'he's' the one responsible for all this again" the nurse said with a deepened expression."

"'Him'? You mean... "

"Yes... 'He's the same reason why we can't push forward."

"'His' units are already taken out, so what's the deal? We can take him head on with numbers-"

"'He's' different. You'll know once he blew you to smithereens."

After arriving, they sent the injured girl to a hospital tent, and fully stabilized her condition. Then hours later she gained consciousness but is unable to speak properly, "Give her time to rest. She must be in shock of everything that happened." A young man from behind the crowd throwing barrages of questions at the poor girl, spoke up. He was their field lieutenant, Doss, "leave her as of now" he commanded.

Late at night, Doss, who was having a splitting headache of how to pass through the frozen hills ahead of them, heard footsteps outside his tent, and took his sidearm out, "Who's there?!" He yelled

"I-It's me, lieutenant Doss... " a weak lovely voice said. Then slowly entered his tent was the girl from before, "Oh, it's you. It's so damn cold outside, come in! What're you doing so late at night?" He asked

"I can't sleep, and I want someone to talk to but everyone is asleep, then I found your tent lit, lieutant Doss." The girl honestly said, "Oh, I see." He signalled her to sit beside him, and she did as requested. "What's it you want to say? I'll hear you out. And, I never get to know your name yet." The kind lieutenant said, "It's sergeant Violet Musgroove sir, and thank you, you gave me a liitle time."

"Violet... that's a lovely name."

"Thank you sir... " then she began telling her story. Doss learned that her family was killed by the demonic SS's, so she eagerly volunteered to join the army, to avenge them. But as soon as she entered the battlefield, she finds herself lacking courage. Then one day, while passing by the frozen hills just a few miles ahead of their forward base, they were ambushed by a lone heavy panzer, and mercilessly annihilated them. Miraculously, she survived, "I wish you can help me gain that courage, lieutenant. I would want to fight alongside you... "

"How old are you?" He asked out of nowhere, "I am about sixteen, sir... "

"Geez, You're just four years younger than me. Such hardship for a young age... " He thought, "You've been through a lot, especially today, you should get some rest." He told her, "Mmm... And one last thing lieutenant... " She said yawning, "Do you mind keeping this a secret?"

"What?" He asked, "My real name is Patriciaane Lindemann... " She said as she closed her eyes, "Lindemann? That's german-" Then he finds a sleeping maiden leaning unto his shoulder.

He then carried her to his stretch bed, "Now that complicates things. However, I must help her no matter what. " He thought to himself, "Sleep well, Violet... " For some reason, the young girl sleeping beside him, sparked his interest.