The wind blows around my long, blue hair, which cascaded down along my back, causing it to whip around in the brash wind. The cold feeling of isolation mixed with a harsh winter snow storm leaves me feeling numb to anything emotional or physical.
I've been stuck here for years, maybe my entire life, unable to be coaxed from my shell by any travelers. They make me want to vomit just by their presence.
I want to leave here, I want to be free of my winter and go to a warm beach with scorching sands and the sun thing I've heard of.
But until then...
I still wander aimlessly in the cold dead winter, never caring for anything or anyone around me.
That is...
Until I saw him.