She panicked slightly, where was there any warmth in Icecrown? She quickly but gently tossed the now unconscious elf's head over her shoulder, placed her arms under her shoulders and held on tight to the staff behind the girl's frame as she lifted off. She felt sorry for this strange green eyed elf and didn't want her to succumb to death in this frozen hell. She feared the necromancers that were still around would find her and turn her. While scouring the mountain ridge she figured this elf was some kind of spellcaster judging from her obvious possesion of such an intricately crafted staff and the snow-clad robes that kept touching the winged undead's legs in mid flight.

She found some sort of cave near a summit, hidden away from view from those who were to walk. At least she had removed the threat of the icy winds inside there. She entered it, laid the elf down and tried channeling her holy magic as she remembered it into the limp body but to no avail. Frustrated, she looked around for a solution. A campfire was out of the question too, there was no way you could find any fuel in the vast glaciers of Icecrown.

Seeing no way out she carefully removed the ice stained robes from the elf, as they would surely worsen her condition. Her white cheeks showed a hint of red when she found out that the strange elf did not wear anything but her underwear beneath the robes. She silently cursed at her stupidity too, why would you go and venture into icecrown without wearing enough protection against the notorious cold. She put that aside for the moment, saving her life was her top priority at this moment. She laid down next to her and placed her left wing under her body and her right one over it, trapping the heat she would otherwise lose and giving her body a chance to regain it. She hoped and prayed that it would work.

She waited for hours, yet there seemed to be no improvements. She did seem to regain consciousness every few hours only to fall back into it moments later. The ex-val'kyr seemed to regain some hope every time she saw those green eyes open. She was eventually overcome by a strange feeling that she hadn't felt since she started her undying life. She had trouble focusing and was afraid of what was going on. In all her fear she grabbed the elf's arm and held it closely against her. Feeling the ice cold arm against her however did calm her down a bit before she too, lost consciousness.

She awoke hours later and peered into the eyes of the elf, who was awake, had turned to face her and was now shivering in her wings. The ex scourge didn't know whether it was the cold or plain fear of her.

"Hello," she tried in Thalassian to the trembling figure next to her.

The surprise was obvious in her eyes when she heard Thalassian from a former scourge member.

''It's alright, I am not with the scourge," she continued. The elf seemed slightly relieved at that and tightened the wing around her, earning a curious expression from the other woman. It took a while before she finally managed to say something.

''Who are you?" she spoke, very quietly.

The winged being looked away, seemingly in deep thoughts, ''I don't know," she answered, ''in life I went by the name of Angel Silverlight'', she chuckled a bit at the irony considering her current state.

''Aelana Greenshadow," the elf mumbled before falling back asleep.