Cold. Winter. Step after step in the snow. My feet are heavy. The wind is cold. I do not feel it. No breath, even in the freezing winds. My heart...I would have been dead. My heart, if only it would beat. My cold eyes, glowing blue gaze into the distance..There, I can see it. There is where I shall be reborn. Wait. Not reborn. I was reborn already. Redeemed. Accepted. Maybe not. There I have a chance. The cold wind of Northrend carries my hair, and the essence of my freedom and new Un-life. There I shall be free.