I woke up shivering because of the cold, my body shaking so violently I thought I was in the midst of an earthquake. It took me a few moments to realize I was not laying in my bed, or even in my room for that matter. No, I was in some sort of ice cave. The floor was an amazing blue color only seen inside the crack of a glacier, the ceiling and walls the most blinding of whites. My body stopped shaking for a minute, but then started quaking again even more severely than before. My teeth were chattering so hard I thought they were going to shatter and explode out of my mouth. That’s when I heard the first growl.

It was deep, low and menacing. Fear slithered it’s way into my body. I pried myself off the ground and ran towards the mouth of the cave, but a giant hand cloaked in white fur grabbed me before i could reach the lip. As it gripped me tighter, i heard that growl again. This time it was right behind me. I could feel the source breathing down my neck. I won’t lie, the heat was a welcome change. Then there was pain. Blinding, searing, unadulterated pain. I closed my eyes and screamed as my arm was torn from my body. I was flung back to the spot where i first woke up. My head hit the ground hard. My vision started to blur as i looked up and saw the most hideous creature standing before me. Eyes as black as night, yellowing white hair covering it from head to toe. Blood, my blood, was smeared all over its abdomen. It raised my severed arm to its baboon-like mouth and began to chew. I could hear it crunching the bones, could see it ripping apart my muscles. I began to feel faint. I looked down and saw my shoulder spewing blood all over the icy floor. My eyes closed again. They wouldn’t open this time. The last thing i heard was the snow-beast chewing and crunching the remains of my arm.