"Ah...ow..." Janeway pushed herself upward into a sitting position, and realized how cold she was for the first time since the crash. It had all been a blurr, but she did know she hadn't been rendered unconcious at all, just dazed. Shivering, she stood, her clothing now wet and not the least bit helpful because of the snow she had been tossed into.
She wrapped her arms around herself, closing her eyes tightly and lowering her face to protect it from the icy wind as she walked. All at once she tripped over something unseen, and landed in something familiar. Looking around, she saw Chakotay looking at her, startled. "Hi there..."
She stood, and helped him up as well, still shivering madly, her teeth chettered beyond parted lips. "Where's T-Tom?" she asked.
"I'm not sure, he's not around here. He must have been thrown further from the crash than we were."
The captain nodded, rubbing her arms and wishing she weren't wet in a snowy environment. "We've got t-to find shelt-ter," she said, bracing herself against more of the wind and accidentally letting a gasp escape.
Chakotay smiled slightly and took up her hands, putting them together and blowing on them.
She laughed weakly. "I'm alright," she said.
"Well, you wanted snow."
"Not this m-much."
He grinned, and started walking, and she followed with her head down and arms one more tightly wrapped around her self in a feeble attempt at warmth. Her breath steamed out as she took shivering breaths and let them out again. She hoped against all hope that they could find shelter...And Tom.