She pulls in her coat a little tighter upon feeling the blistering winter wind on her porcelain, doll like, alabaster skin.

Her long, pale straight blond hair that reaches halfway down her back sways with the smooth, chill wind.

She squints her eyes and continually walks unknowingly through the snow.

Her boots crunch the crisp, white snow that's frozen to the ground.

She looks down and her dry,cracked hands hold their unwavering position on the collar connecting her bright red trench coat.

She's not for sure where she is going, but she'll know once she gets there.

The howl of the wind in her bright red ears is like nails on a chalkboard to her.

She cannot stop thinking about getting to the warmth of a fresh, crackling, open fire that acts as a barrier from the harsh elements outside its perimeter.

A few more steps and she will be there is what constantly radiates through her mind to keep her from turning around and running back.

She opens her eyes and sees the blinding glisten from the bleak sunlight reflecting off the snow and takes in a deep reassuring gulp of

Winter's Last Breath.