Around Flo, ice was everywhere. She found herself suddenly immersed in a bleak, white wasteland, where everything was frozen. She looked around for someplace to shelter herself from the cold, but to her horror, the flat ground stretched out endlessly before her, with no sign of any help at all. Her breath came harder and she shuffled as quickly as her frozen feet could take her until she tripped over something.
She looked down only to see the figure of her sister, frozen and half-buried in snow, at her feet. Flo fell to her knees, sobbing, clawing at the snow. She tried desperately to dig out her sister's frozen form, but when she touched poor Tocuna, the snow fell harder around her, and Flo could only sit there, helpless, until she felt the deadly cold creep up her own hand, her arm, until finally, in a fit of desperation…
Flo woke up.
She sat up and brushed the frozen tears form her face. Her shaking began to subside when she realized that she was still in the cave with Tocuna, who was still sleeping next to her. Flo found her small blanket, which had fallen off, and pulled it closer to her shoulders. She smiled at her sister as a cold wind rushed through the dark cave. Tocuna had begun to shiver at the touch of the frozen breeze, and she began to mumble restlessly in her sleep.
Flo made one more futile attempt to stoke their meager fire, and laid her own blanket on her sister's shoulders. When she laid back down on the cold stone floor, she began to shiver again, but she didn't care. Tocuna was fine; that was all that mattered.