Sarah
Sarah knew what was happening even though she wasn't awake.
The dream started out as it always did: Sarah stood in an ancient Greek throne room in Hyperborea, the land ruled by her father. The throne room was covered in frost, and all the furniture, even the throne, was made of pure ice.
Two large doors at the front of the room swung open, and Boreas entered with Sarah's half-sister Khione.
"But father," Khione pleaded, "you cannot do this to my only son!"
"I do not care what I can and cannot do!" Boreas bellowed. "I will not have a grandson who was sired by a sea god! Why couldn't you have gotten with another wind god, or even a god with a good profession like Apollo, or something? He's the god of medicine for Zeus's sake!"
"That is not what we are even talking about!" Khione yelled. "We are talking about how you forced me to cast him into the sea! Now I will never see him again!"
"So what? Poseidon will take good care of him."
"That is not the point! Why in Zeus's name would a father force his daughter o cat away her only son?! You're a monster!"
"Khione, freeze!"
"NO! I will not freeze! I swear on the River Styx, the next child you bear will have everything they love frozen in ice! They shall-"
Sarah bolted upright in her bed, a sharp pain radiating from her leg. She looked to see a tazer arrow sticking out of it. Sarah looked around and saw five hunters of Artemis standing around her, Logan was at the entrance to the cave with his bow drawn.
"We must get this maiden to Artemis!" One hunter off to her right exclaimed. At first Sarah thought the girl was talking about her, but then she saw Daphne.
Daphne's skin was a light shade of blue, her arms and face covered in permafrost. She was still shivering which meant she was still alive. Phew, Sarah thought.
Logan carried Daphne back to the hunter's camp. All the way there he kept muttering "Stay with us. Stay with us. Don't freeze." Sarah prayed to every god and goddess she knew to not let Daphne die.
They got her back to the camp, but Daphne had stopped shivering. "Is she dead?" Sarah asked worriedly. She couldn't let another person freeze because of her.
Then Artemis walked in. "No, Daphne is not dead, but she is close. We must work fast." Artemis started to glow. Everyone averted their eyes, as you couldn't look upon a god's divine form without vaporizing. When Sarah opened her eyes again Daphne was back to normal, all the ice melted off of her.
"She shall be better in a few minutes," Artemis explained, "but for now I would like to speak with my son."