Link wrapped a scarf around his neck, watching the snowflakes fall. He felt unhappy to leave Epona, but he knew that he had to do this alone. He pulled a Deku stick out of his belt and journeyed up the hill.
The going was hard. Link had to keep his eyes slits above the scarf to avoid all the flakes whipping in his face. The snow was falling thicker, colder, meaner. It had lost its shiny sheen and its cottony feeling. I should know. I live in Montreal.
Link kept slipping on the hard rock despite the snow on it. Every time he fell, he had to grab a knob of rock jutting out the side of the mountain. Sometimes he would fall and catch himself only to slip a bit backwards and the only thing that stopped him was the thick, not-so-fluffy snow.
The cold was getting to him. He could feel his freezing feet turning numb in his boots, and the leg up to his ankles was damp and soaked. But still he kept on.
Link was nearing the head of the slope. As he walked up it, he slipped on a patch of ice. Ice? he thought. Already? But there was no time. Before he knew it, he was slipping, down, down, down…
Link put out his Deku stick just in time. As soon as he stopped falling, he used the stick as a lever to get himself up on shaky feet. This time he made sure he firmly planted the stick in the snow firmly before walking. Maybe I should wear the Zora tunic, he thought. But then he remembered it only fit him when he went into the future 7 years later.
Oh well, he thought with a sigh. It could've been worse, I guess. Then he noticed a large hump in the snow.
Huh? thought Link, nearing toward it. What's that? It was a large mound of snow, seemingly thicker than it should be. Link pressed his hand toward the top. It left a wet, snowy mark.
Wiping the water off his hand, Link looked around. There was no one. Shrugging, he continued on his way. But before he could he saw something sticking out of the mound.
An orange finger.
