Minnie's eyes blinked open as she was being dragged up a seep hill. She looked down and screamed. She leapt forward and held onto the big airy arm pulling her. She looked up and stifled a squeal. The tall and broad yeti was just going up over the ridge and continued climbing. Minnie didn't now what scared her more. The yeti or the thousand mile fall down to the ground. "Hello." Minnie said shakily. The yeti turned his head and snorted. Wisps of breath came out and Minnie realized how cold it was. "Do you mind telling me where we are going?"
"If you want to I will." the yeti said with a growl. He dragged her up some steps carved deep into the ice.
"Yes, actually, I would like to know."
"Up to Angel back Ridge. The local town is up there." He pointed ahead and Minnie gasped. The lone ridge looked exactly like an angel. The wings were far spread, the hands holding a trumpet. It was almost too perfect. She could see little wisps of smoke coming out from her back. "I'm Ye. May I ask as to why you were poking around my brother?"
"Brother? I was not near any other yeti. Only…" Minnie began. She stopped and began to think back to the last things Blared had said o her. "Morcius created you as well, didn't he?"
"Aye! That would make him me brother. He's oldest. I'm fourth oldest. Only three years. Nessie came before me and Harry before her. After me there is Hogty and Sandy. Hogty is the youngest. I think Crystal is last but I wouldn't know." Ye kept going on about his family. Minnie listened and learned more. Soon, they arrived at the village. There were little to no people.
"Why are there so little?" Minnie asked.
"The cold. Killed most of them." Ye dropped Minnie of and did a clumsy bow. He tramped off and Minnie was ushered into a warm cabin. Minnie spotted a spinning wheel in the corner.
"Do you make cloth?" Minnie asked as she remembered her reason for going there in the first place. The woman nodded.
"It is what we do to make blankets to keep warm. Many, are not lucky enough to make them or get one quickly and they…" The woman pulled aside a curtain and revealed a dozen frozen bodies, each trying to clutch a blanket feet away from them. Minnie clutched her chest and turned away.
"How do you make the cloth? You must go to the village to get it. And if you do, why not stay there?"
"We do not spin yarn or thread. The climb is too steep for us. We use Ye's fur for wool and that is what we use. However, Ye has to keep his fur to live so we are not able to make as many. The reason for so many dying from freezing." The woman responded.
"Maybe Ye could do something." Minnie suggested as she looked off down Ye's path. She rubbed fine oil on her sword and stuck it into the fire. The tip lit up and she held her make shift torch ahead of her. She walked off into the storm, looking for Ye and some answers.