Frost found himself in a different world.
At least that's what he thought from walking on a street to suddenly being trapped in a snowland. It was either that or some teleportation. His train of thought was broken when a wave of cold wind hit him. He started to shiver, overlooking the snowfield, trying to find someplace to hide. In a corner of his eye, he noticed the tops of the trees, so he decided to head there. Frost covered himself as much as he could, although his dress shirt and pants didn't offer much protection from the cold. He carefully stepped through the snow, trying to avoid falling over or slipping, as the snow was quite deep. His clothes were soaked from the wet snow, and he felt colder as he approached the forest. The only thing he could think of was trying to survive, even to the point of ignoring his body condition, which was slowly freezing. As he finally approached the forest, he realized that the pine trees he saw were much bigger than he first thought, not only very tall but wider and thicker than even the record-winning trees he knew.
"Oh damn, some crazy trees here..."
He thought as he started to try and gather some good branches to start a fire. He gave up on digging through snow and instead decided to snap some reachable branches. It took him a few tries, a lot of jumping, and failed attempts at climbing, but Frost managed to gather enough branches and twigs. Only then he realized that to light a fire, he had to find a place safe from wind. He continued walking through the forest, hoping to find someplace safe, until he found what seemed to be a wall of a mountain, which was weird as he swore he hadn't seen it a mountain before. He continued walking alongside the mountain wall until he found a small cave, spacious enough to stay safe from the harsh weather.
"This should be enough..." he grumbled, finally feeling comfortable enough to open his mouth.
He entered the cave, almost feeling the slightest bit of relief, an escape from constant cold winds, even if he was still cold and wet. He somehow managed to light a small fire, and the moment he did that, a blizzard started outside.
"I'm lucky..." he said softly.
Frost, tired and pained, leaned against the rocky walls, trying to absorb as much heat as possible. Weakened to the point his body barely felt anything; bearly conscious, he started talking to himself.
"Ok... I have shelter and heat," he grumbled. "I don't know where I am or how I ended up here, but for now I have to survive... somehow."
He took a deep breath, his consciousness fading away. He stared weakly, laughing.
"Ha... ha... ha... to think I would end up in a situation like this... I guess this is worse than trying to get a job... or maybe better." He joked to keep himself awake. "Heh... it doesn't matter now; I need to wait out the blizzard and then try to find... people or food... if there is any nearby."
Frost looked to the entrance of the cave, seeing the rapid snow and ice flying through the air. As he slowly relaxed next to the gentle, small heat, he started laughing again. Despite his efforts, he started to lose consciousness, seeing small silvery sparkles in the corner of his eyes before he faded away.
When the next morning came, Frost woke up, still tired and in pain, cold and wet. He stood up, which was hard, as even simple motions hurt him. He ignored the burned-out fire, only thinking how lucky he was to still be alive, as he peeked outside the cave, only to see the same snowy landscape. He sighed in defeat and dropped his head downwards, which allowed him to see his face in the frozen puddle. His fairly good-looking face was visibly burdened with pain, lips discolored and frozen, and deep circles under his eyes, which had lost their glow, but what shocked him the most was the fact that his once charcoal black hair had visible white highlights. At first, he thought his hair was just frozen, but as he touched it, he understood it had changed.
"Either I'm graying prematurely or from stress, or something magical happened to me... ha, ha, no way."
Frost dismissed his thoughts as he ventured into the snow once again, aimlessly, trying to survive. He slowly made his way through the forest of enormous trees, softly smiling as there was no wind yet. Wealky brushed past the trees, sometimes stopping to support himself by leaning on them. After a long time of walking, he somehow arrived at the edge of the forest, stopping there to rest for a moment. He smiled softly as he watched the light reflect on the fresh snow, making it sparkle. Feeling better, he continued walking forward, even if he didn't know where he was going. Time passed as Frost slowly made his way through the snowy land, bearly looking around to see if there was anything significant on the way. He stopped for a moment to catch a breath, looking up for the first time in a long while to see that he had entered a valley. After catching his breath, he slowly continued walking through the snowy valley, listening as his every crunchy step echoed all around. Once again, he traversed an unknown distance for a long time, trembling from the cold as his skin reddened. Before Frost knew it, the sun had begun to set.
"The hell?! Did I wake up in the middle of the day... or have I just spent an entire day walking?!" He shouted angrily, despite knowing the danger of the potential avalanche.
He then grumbled and continued walking, still hoping to find civilization. As the sky slowly turned orange, he from a distance heard voices.
Human voices.
"Finally!" he exclaimed
Then Frost started running in the direction he heard the voice, not caring about the state of his body, even tripping a few times. The closer he got, the more he heard the voices that at first were distant, now closer and clearer, sounded like a group of people arguing. He started running uphill, nearly reaching the source of the voices; now clearly two groups were arguing, which Frost didn't mind; he hoped they would help a disheveled wanderer. As he was close enough to see the tops of their heads, his mind was disrupted when a ball of fire shot up from the group, making him tumble backward. Staring at the falling orb in front of him broke him. Frost has lost it.
"What the fuck?!" He shouted out.
This made some of the people present turn his way, which he ignored as all his weariness and pain turned to anger. Despite knowing that his life mind just end here and there, he just kept shouting, although his state made his shout ineligible. Yet, the conflict between the two groups below him intensified as they started fighting. Frost was made aware of that fact when a seemingly magical explosion went off near him. The heat from the explosion made him a bit relieved, but all the anger disappeared, only to be replaced by fear. The sound of steel clashing, the burning smell, even weird magic chants, and the lingering taste of iron in the air together made Frost simply start to run away.
He slid down the hill; he was standing on, as the fighting behind him intensified even more, with some arrows and magical spells flying his way. He desperately dodged them, even as they brushed closely to him. He kept running, somehow ending up in yet another forest, this one denser. As he was running, the sky darkened, and despite the continued sounds of fighting, he saw lights behind him as a few people started chasing him through the woods. He ran for his life with even more desperation, ignoring the shouting from behind him. Somehow he managed to reach a small hut at the edge of the forest. Quickly running inside, he found the place empty and dilapidated. Frost tried to catch his breath there, but then, alongside the intensified and scared shouts of the strangers chasing him, another explosion occurred, right into the hut. This made him tumble backward through the wall and the hut and roll down the snowy hills outside. He landed on his knees deep in the snow, breathing heavily as night had fully come. Terrified, he heard people approaching with torches, eliminating the night. He feared it was the same group of scary people he saw, but then he noticed their attire was quite special. Even if he didn't see his previous pursuers, he did notice they seemed to wear rugged clothing, fur armor of sorts, looking like trappers or some brigands. However, the people now in front of him seemed rather distinguished; despite the obvious furs to protect them from the cold, they all wore the same proper armor. Still, Frost, as afraid and tired, could no longer fight back. He sat defeated in front of them, head down and pleading.
"Please... help..." He said defeated.
As he sat there waiting for his fate, the weather got harsher, and yet something felt different. The almost familiar silver sparkles appeared in the air as the delirious Frost started hearing almost angelic singing. Then a figure appeared in front of him.
The cold winds hit his trembling face as he sat on the ground. The cold penetrated his body to the bones, and his skin was red from grasping the snow. He knelt on the ground, shivering under tremendous pressure and breathing heavily.
"Raise your head."
He heard a commanding voice speaking to him. It sounded calm and cold. As he heard it, he felt a surge that made him unable to resist the command. The moment his head rose, his face was hit with a cold wind, which made him narrow his eyes. When the wind subsided and he opened his eyes, he saw a sight to behold. A beautiful woman clad in a silver coat woven with light blue cloth stood before him, her silver hair flowing in the wind, looking at him with cold blue eyes. With no emotion, she said to him.
"From this day onwards, you shall be my husband."
"W-what?!"