Rovaniemi, Finland
1830 hours
Snow. It was everywhere.
Chilling winds blew against her. The cold was numbing while altogether physically and mentally draining. She could barely feel her nose, fingers and toes anymore.
Her three jacket layers, gloves, and two pants layers still made her feel naked.
Split that sandwich with Eren on the plane during noon...Landed at 5 pm Finland time...
She checked her backpack's belongings then looked at her watch. Damn it all.
A useless hour and a half wandering around in this bracing blizzard.
Mikasa was at her limit.
Teeth chattering and a throbbing migrane, she clutched her map and sighed in frustration.
A big X mark on the map pointed to the house of Eren's and Armin's professor.
Unfortunately, there was no photo attached thus Mikasa didn't know how to find this so called "WEIRD BUT COOL" and "very brilliant" Professor Hanji, as her friends had described.
She was close enough. Mikasa knew it was the village as she started to see lights in the distance. Or maybe that was her tired eyes playing tricks on her.
I feel like passing out. I'm going kill those two when I find them. Unless I die first...
She mumbled, "Telling me to meet them at this house and going off on-"
That's when Mikasa saw a blurred figure against the blizzard.
"Eren? Armin?" Mikasa shouted and faltered. Her legs burned cold as she tried to force them to run. She hadn't seen anyone else out in the cold yet.
The figure stopped and seemed to look in her direction.
Mikasa felt so heavy and tired.
The snow beat down steadily.
Might be a long shot but...
"P-please!... Do you know Professor Hanji?" she said weakly.
The figure was coming closer. Mikasa wondered what he/she thought of her, the crazy freezing woman.
Mikasa was losing consciousness. She felt her legs give way and she kneeled.
So so cold...
The figure was coming faster towards her.
Mikasa winced and swayed. Her bag felt like a thousand pounds. The map fell from her fingers as she felt her body freeze up totally. She was going to fall back.
Arms wrapped around her. It was a face, masked from nose down. Brows knit as blue eyes stared.
My favorite shade. She noted mutely. A great way to die.
It was the last thing she saw before she collapsed and blacked out.