On the streets of Southtown, U. S.A., Nina Alvar walked, slowly and dejectedly. Ignoring the Christmas music playing over the radios all over town, she cast her eyes down while still paying attention to where she was going. She passed by the hustle and bustle of people finishing their holiday shopping, sighing heavily. She definitely wasn't in the mood for celebrating.
A walk that would normally take a short amount of time instead took half an hour at the speed she was walking at that moment. Nevertheless, the young woman arrived before dark at her home, which was just a small house in the corner of town. The house didn't look anything out of the ordinary, and it was sparsely furnished, as if she wasn't there often. She entered and went to her room and sat on her bed. The entire house was quite cold, and she shivered. Leaning forward, her toffee-colored shoulder-length hair draped over her face.
Nina looked slightly to her right. There was a photograph on her nightstand of herself and a man at a beach. Tears welled up in her deep brown eyes, but she quickly wiped them. Grabbing the picture frame, she took the photo out, tore it up, and threw it away. Quickly, she then packed a small bag full of necessities and left the house.
In her backyard was a rather large shed. She walked to it and opened the door. Inside was an emerald green airplane. She put her bag in, got in the cockpit, and took off. Soon, she was in the sky, and Southtown began looking smaller and smaller.
Later that day, Snow Miser and Heat Miser were up to their usual antics, throwing ice and fireballs at each other. They didn't notice a green plane fly toward them, and it was caught in their crossfire before they could stop the barrage of their weapons. When the plane was hit, the woman tried to regain control of it. Rapidly figuring out she was unable to do so, she jumped out, releasing a parachute as the aircraft fell toward the ground. She landed in front of Snow Miser's home, a castle made of ice, falling like a ton of bricks. Nina quickly lost consciousness as the parachute draped over her body.