The cold winter evening weather seeped through the many layers of Marissa's dragon hide coat, chilling her to the bone.In her current state, she really despised snow, it was all over stuck to her hair, crunching under her boot, barring the door to her home as she struggled fruitlessly to shovel it off. Why couldn't this be a fairy tale where this big strong man comes and offers help out of the kindness of his heart and she acts the role of the damsel in distress until her wants are fulfilled?

She sighed and abandoned her efforts to use the front door, leaving the shovel in the snow for when the ice on its edges had thawed.

"Sleeping in an emergency bunker for two nights, like there's a storm coming and it's just because the damned snow and ice won't budge," She raised the lid which was also coated in ice and jumped into the tiny space.

She reminded herself that complaining wasn't going to help and started to think of how she would battle nature tomorrow.