Hi, everybody. This is my first attempt at writing a story. I originally wanted to finish most of this when RWBY Volume 5 started, but never had the time to get around to it until now.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy the story. And please give me some feedback I would really appreciate it.

"WINTER!"

Weiss shouted, pinned to the ground by a white Beowulf made of ice, as a group of other similar Beowulf lunged at her, their snarling maws ready to rip her throat open. She tried to cover herself, but the Beowulf's grip was too strong. With no other option left, Weiss closed her eyes, awaiting her fate... but it never came. Instead, eyes still closed, she felt the weight of the Beowulf dissipate, turning into snow and returning to the snowstorm that surrounded her. When the last remnant of the icy Beowulf faded, Weiss slowly opened her eyes only witness the swirling blizzard around her fading away to reveal a large ominous mansion. It was the Schnee Manor, or in her perspective – home. More specifically, she was lying on her back in a courtyard behind her home that rest upon the edge of a snowy mountain. Snow was softly falling upon the frosty cobblestone floor, but she didn't feel the cold at all. Wearily heaving herself into a kneeling position, Weiss clenched her fist in frustration. She knew the Beowulves were fake and didn't pose any real harm, but the sight of them so close had rattled her. It brought back all the fear and helplessness that she was trying to overcome. A feeling she tried to bury three months ago.

There was a clacking of heels on stone and Weiss lifted her head to see her sister, Winter, staring down upon her in her usual diginified posture. She held Myrtenaster in her hand, Weiss's weapon, which she had lost during her fight with the ice Beowulf - summons brought forth by Winter. Stabbing Myrtenaster into the ground near Weiss, Winter let out a long sigh and looked upon Weiss with stern, but worried reprove.

"I'm not always going to be around to save you, Weiss"

Weiss knew this. Fall was around the corner, meaning Winter was leaving for fourth and final year at Atlas Academy. Then, after that, she will be joining the military, giving her less time to be around her. Which is precisely why Weiss fervently asked Winter to train her during her last few moments home. She needed to train in order to be stronger. To be a huntress.

Weiss lowered her head, ashamed at her failure. "I'm sorry. I'll get better."

"You'll have to if you ever want to leave."

That's right. Weiss thought to herself, reminded of her goal. I need leave no matter what.

As she kneeled there, she noticed her reflection on one of the ice patches on the stone floor. What caught her attention was her hairclip that formed her ponytail. It was shaped like a tiara, crowning her head as if she was some sort of ice princess.

Ice princess...

Reaching up and touching the little prongs jutting from her hair, Weiss remembered the day she received it.

I made a promise to her that day. That fateful day, three months ago...