Sylv lay still on the cold, dark ground. She curled herself even tighter into the fetal position, hoping it was all just a bad dream, and she would soon awake. But the longer she lie there, the less she felt her body. It seemed to just be turning to ice. But she knew unless she got up, and soon at that, she would never accomplish her mission. Whatever it was.

Slowly she stood up, still feeling woozy, and her memory was not any better. She could barely remember anything, let alone why she is in the middle of an icy desert, with nothing but mountains around for miles. She turned around several times before deciding which direction to go. The nearest mountains were at least five miles off, and the thought of walking so far seemed worse than torture. But she started, slowly but surely, to drudge her way towards it.

Her body seemed frigid, and she kept waiting to be unable to walk another step, but some hidden goal in her mind stopped her from collapsing. She was here for a purpose, though something had caused her to forget it. The wind had picked up and it began to snow heavily. A blizzard was starting.

After 15 minutes, the mountain seemed almost further than it was when she'd started. The intense wind nearly knocked her over, and the blizzard was going straight through her bones.

She shielded her eyes and looked up from the ground. A small, yellow light flickered in the distance, something she hadn't noticed earlier. She didn't care who was there, she made her way towards it.

After 30 or so agonizing minutes, the yellow flickering grew brighter in the darkness. She finally made it and saw a beautiful, warm fire sitting there. She rushed towards it, careless of who was there, and nearly stuck her hands right into it. The bitter cold slowly left her hands, but the rest of her still shivered in painful cold.

She turned her head and saw a lady sitting in a chair, just looking at her. She didn't say anything or move, except to tighten her hood. They just stared at eachother, unsure what to say, until a guy in a tent next to the lady came out. "Hey, I think we're out of...um..." he said, looking at Sylv. "My god, how did you get out here?" he said, nearly dropping a cup full of tea.

Suddenly Sylv remembered something. She remembered a beautiful city. And powerful people. A name nearly instantly rang in her head. Asgard. She knew it was a different planet, but what did it have to do with her?

Pictures flashed in her mind, of Asgard, of a bridge that looked like a rainbow, of destruction, and a man. Though she could not remember if he was good or evil. She sat back on the snowy ground and covered her face.

A moment later she felt someone put something on her shoulders. A warm blanket. She opened her eyes and saw the man just look at her, bewildered. "I don't know what happened." Sylv finally said, tugging the blanket closer. "I don't know how I got out here."

She fell asleep in one of tents, the absolute frigid air finally getting to her. She awoke the next morning, feeling better but starving. She lie there, attempting to remember why this is happening, when she heard the woman outside talking. "I don't give a damn. I don't. I swear, I am so scared, she fell from that purple glowing stuff in the sky, I know she did, I saw it! And an hour later, a random person walks up in the middle of nowhere from that direction? No! This is crazy!"

Sylv leaned forward to hear more of what she was saying. "I already called the local ranger this morning, before you woke up." she said, clearly terrified. "She's sleeping in my damn tent, some damn stranger! I know how you feel! But what if she really is...an E.T.? What then? You just know they'll torture her and probably kill her and disect her like a frog!" The man said, getting angry.

"Not to mention, what the hell is she wearing? She looks like she just got back from a Renniseance festival." The woman said, trying to whisper but failing.

Sylv opened the tent and crawled out. They both stopped talking and looked at her. "My apologies for the use of your tent. Next time you're dying in a snow storm, I shall be sure cast you aside like a starving rodent." she said, adjusting her gloves. They both looked at her, speechless. She felt weak last night, but she felt powerful as ever today, with the exception of a very painful headache.

Suddenly, as Sylv prepared to leave, several helicopters came rushing towards the tiny camp, as well as snowmobiles racing towards them on the ground. Sylv wasn't sure if they would hurt her, but they definitely weren't allies. She had no where to run, they were in the middle of a vast, open snow field. She simply stared, not knowing what else to do.

They reached her, and the helicopters dropped ladders of which several armed guards drew their weapons on her, while a couple of them escorted the man and woman away, Sylv failed to notice, since she did not care. Just as two of the guards came to arrest her, a hovercraft came into view. Something seemed very familiar about it, and she did not want to be on it. She grabbed the two guards and twisted their arms, and kicked them aside with astonishing strength.

One of the guards smacked her on the back of her head with the butt of his gun. This would normally do nothing, but her already aching head caused her to nearly pass out. She fell forward onto the snow, shrieking in agony. Memories flooded back into her mind again. She remembered loving someone on Asgard, but who, she couldn't place. She thought of a dark secret she uncovered, a cold betrayal. She almost remembered, when she looked up and saw the hovercraft land, and saw a familiar face step out.

"Well, she's certainly dressed like one. Cuff her and put her on-board." the man said, taking his glasses off. "Better check, just to make sure." she was cuffed and nearly dragged to the hovercraft. She sneered at him and was put on board. She sarcastically laughed, and said, "Agent Coulson."

Just the beginning part, the story will get better as it continues :)